After last week, you need a small vacation. Just a moment. Just five minutes.
We all take our breaks from reality in different ways. With a Krispy Kreme on every corner down South here, its no wonder the Bible belt has to let out a notch more often than the rest of America. If you prefer more substance to your moment off the grid, boutique cupcake bakeries ("cupcakeries", for you peasants) are popping up in tiny dollops of unused commercial real estate all over the Northeast. They ship. You have too much self-control to eat like that?
Maybe you will pick up one of those glossy fantasy magazines today at the Mega Hel-Mart. You know, five dollars worth of promise that you too can own priceless antiques and pristine slip covered furniture while your four, perfect, cream cheese carved children play happily in the rolling acreage beyond the picture windows. Please. Who has nine houses on every coast with names like "Turkey Hill" and "Skylands"? So you grab the remote.
Sure, an hour in technically isn't a mini vacation in these terms. It's more like a leave of absence. But hey, you could dance like that too, if Tom Cruise was your partner and you weighed four, five, sixty pounds less. A month on a deserted island eating only tree bark would have you in spandex in no time.
Time. Just a moment. Just five minutes. Just two of the longest years of our lives stretching out ahead. But it will fly. Believe it. And when it is gone, will you be ready to send those opportunists home?
Indulge in moments to anesthetize yourself, but avoid the coma of inaction. Gather your candidate's information. Make the Primaries your focus and gut out the next two years in the knowledge that you are prepared. The hell marches on around you.
Lick that frosting off your chin, blow the crumbs off your keyboard and start today.
You know its pretty funny youd write this. I dont have much of a sweet tooth but I just hit up a new lunch spot called Burger n Cupcakes. Well I ate a cheeseburger and a cupcake...you wouldve thunk it.
Dont worry bout a thing SJM, we'll just let the Blue Dogs handle our light work for the next two years. If GWB uses the pen you mailed him, everythings gonna be alright.
[{Editor's Note:} Jane Replies: I this place a chain or a Mom and Pop? And as for the pen, if he won't use it, maybe he can jam it in Nancy's eye.
Posted by: Donkeyhue | November 13, 2006 at 07:08 PM