While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75-year old Texas rancher whose hand was caught in a gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man.
Eventually the topic got around to Sarah Palin and her bid to be a heart beat away from being President.
The old rancher said, 'Well, ya know, Palin is a post turtle.' Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a post turtle was.
The old rancher said, 'When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a post turtle.'
The old rancher saw a puzzled look on the doctor's face, so he continued to explain. 'You know she didn't get up there by herself, she doesn't belong up there, she doesn't know what to do while she is up there, and you just Wonder what kind of dumb ass put her up there to begin with.'
Our voter sample ballots came in the mail today. According to my informal poll, here is how its looking: Obama 10 - McCain 10 -OnTheFence 20. We have about 34 more days to figure it out.
Angela reminded me to say that my husband did return safely. No run in with pirates or sharks. He did look like a pirate tho, all bearded and scruffly and smelled a mix of sea and smoke (no, not that kind, campfire smoke!).
He told us stories describing the sealife he encountered, the waves they surfed, the pissed friend that got pounded in a sea cave when my husband directed him to get in there just so, so he could get the photo, i could really relate to that one, not that d.h. would put me in any real predicament but i know the lengths he will go to to get THE photo.
He brought home a pile of equipment, a bag of dirty laundry and one perfectly ancient abalone shell for me. Well, a part of one. It's colors are so intense and it weighs like a rock. I said, you carried this with you when you paddled? it's so heavy! he just smiled and said i knew you would like it.
yes. i do.