Sometimes, I feel a little queezie. Especially on days when I allow my self to contemplate too profoundly on my life, here, in France. I start wondering what will become of us (my husband and I) since we have placed our destiny in the hands of these people:
Regardless of who wins in the Republican primary, I wonder what kind of curve-ball reaction there would be if he would chose either Condoleezza Rice or some one like Angela McGlowan as a running mate?
No…I’m not a devil’s advocate. I just found 2011 quite dull!