Dawn of the Democrats

Dan C. took a bullet for his wife and went to the county Democratic Convention in her stead. I ran pretty hard to get out of that duty myself, but, had I realized that it was the first weekend of spring break, I might not have been so fearful.

Afterwards, he takes a nap, and wakes up thinking brownies, lemon bars, and zombies. I'm sure there's a connection. Hmm. Maybe better not to go to that convention after all.

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