On Saturday, mommy calls and says, "Can you please call Sister. I haven't spoken to her in two weeks and I think she might have gone to Las Vegas to get married."
And I say, "Who would she get married to?"
And she says, "That boy I forbade her to see because he didn't graduate from college and is over six foot three."
And I say, "I don't think so. Going to Las Vegas would require her to get up off the couch."
And she says, "You're right. Are you hungry. Do you want something to eat?"
And I say, " No thanks, I ate 23 hours ago."
On Saturday night, I discover that if you type, "John McCain Young" into Google, my blog comes up at the very freaking top. And that would explain the 400 hits I got yesterday. 400 people expecting to find a blog worshiping McCain and his political platform. Instead, 400 people were disappointed and shocked to find an entry dedicated to Hilary Clinton and shirtless boys. And now I am waiting for a fervent republican to denounce my blog and criticize my lifestyle and condemn me to an eternity in hell, aka the floor of a political convention (any party really).
And now, I will prepare for the four exams I have on Tuesday. Goodbye.