The Return of the CWITs

One of my all-time favorite CWITs, Kara, was back in town this past weekend. I know it's hard to remember that I did indeed have a life before my children, but I did, and she was one of the few Boston folks to experience it. We met up at Diesel for coffee, and while she still retains a twinge of her CWIT self, she distressed me greatly by "liberaling" up. She recycles! She buys local! She--gasp!--isn't supporting the same Republican her husband had been supporting. But luckily she's still gorgeous, still had the charming Texan accent, and still has the potential of being a trophy wife extraordinaire so there's still hope for her. And she promised to stay more regularly in touch, although after this post, she may change her mind.

Ah, Kara, I'll love you no matter what. Even when you're the first lady. I can't wait to play Billy Carter to your Pat Nixon. I mean, Nancy Regan. I mean... Oh, never mind. (Anyone else read this who's old enough to remember Billy Carter?)