Not Governor Palin, silly; Mrs. Palin.

Apparently, Sarah's parents were also around, but I think they were in our "annex" or somewhere, keeping up morale among the reinforcements that have recently arrived from Utah, Idaho, and California.

I sort of winked at Todd's mom and dad as I went to the phone bank, having cleverly placed my snack in front of a phone. Someone tried to take my phone away while I was off scoring a script and some call sheets, but I scuttled back and announced in the petulant tone of a seven-year-old that this particular space was mine.

"I spit on it," I told the would-be purloiner-of-call-center space.

Later on, Todd's mom gave me a hug. "I saw you fighting for a spot at the phones," she told me.

"You guys are sweet," I responded. "And someday Todd is going to be First Dude in a different place, under a different set of circumstances."

Several days ago, when I showed up wearing no makeup, threw my hair back in an elastic band, and forgot that when I smile too broadly I show off the crowns in the back of my mouth. I could have gotten a better picture tonight, but one gets exhausted after a while.

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