Dear Nancy, Let me set you up on a date. This may be too soon, but I have the feeling you've been mourning the death of your husband for a while now. Perhaps you're tired of feeling sad all the time. Maybe you're ready to move on. You might have just been thinking to yourself, "Nancy, you know what you need to do? Get out. Enjoy life. Go on a date."
The Republicans would probably prefer you live out the rest of your life dressed in black, forever mourning the death of your saintly husband, never to catch sight of another man again. Eventually, you'd be called back to your maker, like an angel, in a beam of pure, white light. But they're a bunch of tedious old men, anyhow. Who cares what they want? You're an attractive older lady. You're highly intelligent. You think for yourself -- just look at your support for extending the available stem cell lines through human embryo research. What a rebel! What gentleman in his 80s, or, dare I say it, 70s, wouldn't want to spend a little time with you? (Go with a younger man, Nancy. You won't be disappointed. Ask Demi Moore.) Remember when you fell off the stage at a White House concert? You scooted your chair... and scooted your chair... one more scoot, and WHAM, you fell off the stage. And you got back up again. That's just what you do. Just give me the word, Nancy. Guys will line up around the block for you. Love, P.S. Your hair looks much better now than it did in the 80s. I just wanted to mention that. |
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hope so.posted by Skye