Today is one of the worst days in history that few Americans will ever forget. I know I won't, because it was on this very day last year that Podesta and Wasserman-Schultz showed me poll numbers that assured me of my winning the you-know-what. I was supposed to be up by as much as fifty points -- that's five zero -- in virtually all the important states, with clear sailing to the finish line. By that time, Bernie Sanders was little more than a flattened fly on the windshield and I had no idea what lay ahead.
All seemed right with America. And then the unthinkable happened.
Today, I join the rest of good, law-abiding
I recall feeling things had gotten extremely serious, as nobody does nails as well as those
I don't blame my girl, little Phuk Mi, for charging as much as she does, though. She does great work and I'm sure those little surgical masks cost a fortune. That's why I always tip her at Christmas. No cash, though. I have Bessie bring home boxes of chocolates from Costco. They're like ten bucks a box.
Along with the rest of the nation in mourning, I had to endure that entire week without having my nails done. It was very sad, but I responded with a new determination to never let anything like this ever happen again. I immediately found an Armenian woman whose work is as good as Phuk Mi's, but charges only half as much and is within walking distance from our townhouse.
I hope we as a nation have learned our very painful lesson. Still, the week of 9/11 will always be enshrined in my heart. It is one of heartbreak and loss and personal sacrifice. But I have to say, my nails look fabulous.