...I own the same kitchen canisters as Sharron Angle
This throws into question my entire existence, not to mention my aesthetic. I mean, if there had been not one but three or four of these on the shelf that fateful day at Value Village, would I now believe in chicken-based health care? I shudder to think of the possibilities.
I guess good taste knows no political boundaries. I think the cannisters are pretty cute.ReplyDelete
Ah, that's a good way to think of it! Brings new meaning to "there's no accounting for taste." Thanks, I feel much better now! ;-)ReplyDelete
Deep breaths, deep breaths. Someone probably gave them to her.ReplyDelete
Oh yes, that's it! Maybe her grand-niece who lives in some godless liberal bastion like Portland...ReplyDelete