Ann Romney loves her husband and wants you to love him, too. She says she fell in love with him partly because he makes her laugh. He makes me laugh, too, especially when I hear his excuses for not forking over his tax returns.
Ann spoke wistfully about the good old days, when it was just her and Mitt, two young hot bods and an ironing board, and now decades later after reproducing like rabbits they're still giddy with love with each other and planning a move into the White House.
The crowd loved her and even held up signs saying so. I didn't see anyone with a We Love Mitt sign.
Ann says we should vote for her husband because he "loves America." She swears he'll work harder than anyone, that he'll "move Heaven and Earth to make America a better place to live." I think just moving his money would be sufficient. Bring it back here and pay some taxes on it.
Ann says we can trust Mitt. She actually uttered those very words, "You - can - trust - Mitt." What? Who? Mr. Etch-a-Sketch? There may be a lot of dim bulbs in this country but they can't all be suffering from amnesia, too.
Ann wants us to give Mitt a chance, and says he'll "take us to a better place." Yikes! That sounds like funeral talk to me.