It's 3:35 pm ET.
I'm with a hard-to-understand Scottish man.
People think we are gay.
I'm okay with that.
Because we drove past the White House.
Still looking for my future wife.
Thus far it's been a fruitless search.
Pray for me.
(Question: Did you think of that Peter Gabriel song when I wrote the words "fruitless search?")
-Brad Spieser (Brad@TwinKilling.com)