I have this terrible habit of making references to things that only I would know about. I do this when I’m tired and I don’t realize that I sound like I’ve been huffing computer duster cans all day. Last month I stayed up all night designing posters for a high-end event and during a meeting the next morning, I was asked how I liked some of the details. I answered, “Like a squirrel loves gold!”
It wasn’t until I was back at my desk that I realized that no one else had probably read the story I was referring to, one about a woman who kept losing gold jewelery from her dresser until plucky red-headed teen figured out that it was a squirrel outside her window hoarding it. And of course they wouldn’t have read this because it wasn’t so much a story as it was a special edition Archie comic.
That’s all I have today. My brain has been fried trying to sort out the hot mess that is the Republican National Convention. Evidence below: