Go ahead. Ask me what I had for desert last night?
Shortly after watching Barrack Obama accept the Democratic Party's nomination to be their candidate for president... while newscasters pontificated, extrapolated and made me wish I were inebriated - I turned away from the television to focus my attention on a magnificent banana split.
And now, in keeping with the spirit of this week's Democratic national convention, I will discuss my banana split as if it were featured in a political speech. Really, it should have been. It was that good.
A secretarial assistant in Columbus Ohio who can't afford her medical insurance knows the nutritional value the banana onto which two scoops of
French Freedom Vanilla ice cream were placed.
In Utah, a young boy eats a school lunch wishing his peanut butter and jelly sandwich was peanut butter and chocolate instead, much like the peanut butter and chocolate sauce that was layered on top of the ice cream in my banana split.
A construction worker in New Mexico dreams that rivets were peanuts because he longs for a simpler time when he used to enjoy the crunch they give to a banana split, much like the one I enjoyed last night.
And I would be remiss if I did not mention the fisherman in Alaska who dreamt that his fish-slimed hands were actually laden with strawberry goo similar to the strawberry topping glopped upon my banana split.
Seriously - it was delicious.
Speaking of Alaska (and nutty)... uhm... WTF?
Meet Sarah Palin. She's been Governor of Alaska for one year and eight months. She's married with 5 children, one of whom is a 19-week-old infant.
And she is John McCain's choice for vice president of the United States.