Oh, it won't be long until they find out the ugly truth.
To what do I refer?
Why, the invitation I received via email this morning to be a "questioner" at a debate later this week!
Me! Asking questions! Of two guys in a runoff for a U.S. Senate seat nomination!
What on earth are they thinking?
All day long, between wondering what in the world I'll wear, I've surmised that I must look better on paper - because I really don't think I'm qualified for this.
(Yes, they're going to supply me with the questions to ask, but I'll also get to ask a couple of "local interest.")
I think I'll have to find some old Saturday Night Live clips, like from the last Presidential debate, to study in preparation.
And, so help me, if someone says "strategery" Thursday night, I think I'll pass out.
(P.S. - this is yet another instance where I've also been thinking, Man, am I ever glad I lost that weight and won't be the biggest person in the room anymore!)