–Hannah Weatherington, guest posting for WYRD 101.
You know, when you spend a lot of time worrying and fretting over your tribe (and let’s be honest, I often finding myself up in the middle of the night pacing the floor in the bedroom to the point that I’ve worn a groove in the expensive hardwood floor. Well, that and my Hubby actually sleeps in his mancave), you don’t have a lot of time to take up a special cause that doesn’t involve your kidlets. I’m not a political person. Unless my Hubby is, of course, and in the case of health care reform, my Hubby is hopping mad. So, I am too!
I’m mad because he came home and said the government wants to do something with Bill that they usually only do when Bill wants money. I had no idea that Bill Clinton was still running Washington! I thought they’d recruited this handsome man, and that he was doing the job pending the approval of his Green Card. You’d have to ask my husband, he’s much more up to speed on these things than I am. But, he’s so upset that even my Special Hawaiian Pizza that he loves so very much didn’t cheer him up!
Now, I have to be really honest with you, sometimes when my man starts ranting, there’s a point when it all becomes white noise until the flame of his Zippo Lighter dances across one of my nipples, and then I focus right back in on it. So, as you might imagine, I lost a little bit of why Sir was mad for a minute. What I can tell you is what I heard when the endorphins kicked back in, and that there are a lot of people like Hubby and I that sometimes engage in alternative sexual acts that don’t think we need health care. Good for us, I say!
I mean, sometimes (and by sometimes I mean twice a day) I need a little Mother’s Little Helper, and that comes by way of Hubby’s job. So, I don’t need whatever it is that Osama is trying to push down our throats, unless he means to take my happy pills away. So, help me if he does, there’s going to be one pissed off little mama–dressed in leather and studs, since the kids will be in bed–and then it’s going to get personal. Or, it would, if i didn’t have laundry, and shopping, and piano lessons. These people must not have kids!
Of course, I have children. You can tell I do, because I have cute little turtle stickers on the back of the Highlander for each. Which reminds me, I really must write to Mr. Toyoda about whether he meant to murder my little turtles or not. So, here’s what I did: After Hubby went to sleep, I snuck back downstairs and turned on Fox News. Well, really, all I did was turn on the TV, since I think he can control the space station on that thing he keeps on the end table, and that cute Sean Hannity was on talking about how the Senate was going to try to get back together over this health care bill, and he said that if the Senate tried to reconcile, it would be the worst thing that could ever happen. Sean wanted all these protestors to call their Senators and tell them we don’t need health care, and I say “Good for you!”
We don’t need health care! My kids and I don’t need health care, because my husband’s job takes care of all of it for us. But I don’t understand why Sean Hannity wants the Senate to divorce. All the same, I want to support the folks protesting health care that pushed by a president that may not be here next week if his visa doesn’t come through. I suppose if we gum up the works for a couple of weeks, maybe a month, nothing will get done, we’ll forget all about it, and we can get back to the stuff that really matters, like tax cuts. Mr. Man says that’s important, so I guess it is.
I want to support these protestors, but I just don’t have the time. So…is there a sticker or a ribbon, or something? I still have a spot on the back of my Toyota Tank of Speeding Death that isn’t covered by Bible Quotes, Jeff Gordon, or my cute little turtles.
I took the Nickelback sticker off. Because…well…really.
