I am posting this from my new T-Mobile G1. Ooooh, super sex-ay!
Now, I don't think that an "experienced resume" (in the world of politics) is all it's cracked up to be. In fact, I'd rather all politicians not be experienced because a politician is not exactly something that the word "experience" makes me think... Woohoo!
After all, an experienced politician just makes you an experienced crook -- at least in my eyes and in the eyes of millions of others like me.
All of that aside, when your biggest campaign strategy up to this point in time has been knocking the lack of experience of your political opponent, I must say -- it sends a rather strange message to pick a running mate with even less experience than the foe you've been bashing. Whaaaaat? I guess they're (the McCain camp) going to have to find a new facet of Obama's resume to focus on. *shrugs* Or maybe not, the world of politics rarely makes sense anyway.
So, I go to Doozle's Frozen Custard last night feeling kind of down and lonely. I figured a little frozen chocolate could cheer me up; after all, it generally does. Little did I know that the custard would play second fiddle to a pretty girl offering to buy me "ice cream."
I'm standing in line behind this lady and her daughter. The little girl was, I'm guessing, eight or nine years of age. When she saw me, I smiled at her and said, "Hi." She just smiled back and waved before pulling on her mommy's hand. She motioned for her mother to bend down and I heard her "whisper" into her Mommy's ear, "He's cute." I smiled a blushing and embarrassed smile, but then to my surprise after only whispering to her mother, she actually looked at me and said, "You're cute!"
I laughed softly. Then she looked at her Mom and said, "Mommy, can I buy his ice cream?" My soft chuckle turned into a full-on laugh fest that was matched only in intensity by the laughter and embarrassment of her Mother. She apologized on behalf of her daughter, but I told her not to worry about it. After all, it wasn't everyday that a pretty girl offered to buy ME ice cream.
Well, as they made their way to the window, the little girl gave the attendant her order. When she was done she said, "and whatever he wants!" and pointed to me. Again embarrassed, laughter returned yet again. After receiving my chocolate cone I sat down and ate with my new "girlfriend."
Aren't kids great! And dang it, why don't I have any?!?!?!?!?!
Tension breaker, had to be done.