Oh, Mrs. Romney you got the giggles didn't you? It happens. You looked pretty in your full skirt. One lady I know in Texas is really bothered by Mrs. Obama's wardrobe, but I'm sure she'll excuse you. She might even get one.
Back to your speech. I think it's great that you love your husband. I mean that.
But I'm really not interested in how cute and fun your husband is. And the notion that once, when you were 22, you used an ironing board as a table doesn't really make poor people relate to you today. They don't have a table either. They go through the drive-thru.
Giggles, you've got more to say than how fun Cutesy was at that high school dance. You raised five sons. That's more than most men or women will ever do in their job and certainly more than your husband ever did at Bain Capital, the Olympics, or in the state of Massachusetts.
Give yourself some credit. You missed your chance to teach us something, to tell us what's important to you, or to share your hope for our country.
Instead, I felt like I was watching a very bad and unrealistic movie on the Lifetime Network. And there's no hope there.