From liberal to livid
So my husband was very sweet today and braved the harsh Arizona sun to venture out to the mailbox and bring me the daily lot. I was busy shoveling Cheerios in my mouth and trying get my 5 minutes of lunch out of the way to go back to my incredibly chaotic work day, when he casually tossed an item on the table and said, "Saint Sarah?" This of course caused me to come perilously close to choking on said Cheerios. But yes, lo and behold, there was my beloved copy, well, maybe not so beloved because it's a cheap-ass print job, but my likable enough copy of Newsweek with my guide and mentor on the cover. Ok, not so much guide or mentor as favorite dartboard pin-up...Sarah Palin. With the words, big and bold as you please, SAINT SARAH underneath. I was disturbed, yes, so much so I thought there is no way I am going to even open this issue. But of course I still had at least 5 or 6 spoonfuls of cereal to go, so I flipped it open to a random page. And just about spit the cere