Wednesday
Earlier tonight, I was telling my husband a
story about Dick Cheney. It was serious. I compared him to the CEOs of all
the utilities I've worked for during the last seven years and I assured
him that Cheney's popularity in the corporate world was due to his ability
to speak their language, plus his ability to make a lot of money off the
Gulf War.
Well.
My husband laughed during my diatribe. But he did it in a manner that made me think that what
I said was the funniest thing he had ever
heard. Like I'm the next Ellen Degeneris of politics or something. So of
course, I filed this away under my "I'm so clever, I make even
politics funny" category. I could be the next Bill Mahr! While I have
no idea that I said, I was proud of myself, even.
Until . . . later this evening . . . my husband approached me, giggling.
"I was trying to grab the dog's tongue with my hand!"
