Ok, at this point I'm sure you've heard enough about Sarah Palin. I just have one last thing I need to share with you. I recently returned from a cruise to Alaska (which was beyond awesome) where I was lucky enough to visit Juneau. In Juneau sits the governor's mansion where Sarah Palin lives. We were hanging out on Mrs. P's doorstep just a couple days after it was announced that she was John McCain's running mate. It was quite a thrill to walk right up to her front door (doorbell ditching was so tempting!) and even more thrilling to look into her backyard and view her fancy trampoline. But maybe the best thing was that all her neighbors were Obama supporters.
While in Juneau, Galen and I took a helicopter ride to the top of the Herbert Glacier and hung out for awhile. He said, "Gee, Alaska is so beautiful. Can you believe some d-holes actually want to drill here for oil? I bet if they could come here and do this, they would think twice." But then we remembered, Oh right. Sarah Palin wants to drill for oil in Alaska.
On our bus ride back from the glacier, a local high school student acted as our tour guide. "Can I answer any questions for you before you leave Juneau?" he asked.
"Yeah, do you know the governor's daughter?" we inquired.
He sighed at this question and nodded his head yes. He's gonna have to get used to answering this question at least 40 times a day. He told us that he went to high school with Bristol Palin, the pregnant teen who unlike Juno from the mediocre movie of the same name, will be keeping her baby. Apparently Bristol and her baby daddy, a self-described "fuckin' redneck", know how to have a good time. According to our teenage tour guide, Bristol is a totally crazy party animal. He said when he heard Sarah Palin named as McCain's running mate, he thought it was a joke. "I couldn't believe something that ridiculous could be true," he said. "Then I went home and turned on the news, and there it was. And I thought to myself Oh No!"