I went and did a crazy, wild, impetuous thing yesterday. I went to Omaha to see Sarah Palin. Lots of 'shoulda-woulda-coulda' involved in the day. Shoulda left earlier, wish I woulda got out of the car before we went to park, coulda gotten in the big room, but we didn't. Stood outside for 2 hours, went through secret service security, and were ushered into a giant hall with no chairs, and a screen on the wall. Yep, another hour plus went by until she arrived. We considered leaving, but then decided we were there so might as well ride it out. Had we been looking more closely we would have noticed a small platform with a microphone set up in the corner. Definitely could have made our way there early on. So, here we are, trying to be comfortable in our own little camp on the concrete floor, when a small shout erupts. There she was! Sarah Palin in the room with us. Fun to be there and hear her speak. Protester in the middle of the room started shouting and waving some sign I couldn't read. Her response, "My son and many other brave men and women are in Iraq right now defending your right to say what you want." Go Sarah!
Yep, my back hurts today from my lengthy association with concrete yesterday. Would I ignore my dirty house, my lack of groceries, and my need for a Sunday nap to do it again? In a heartbeat.
