So Much for the "Palin-free Month"

You walk down the hall and turn into the kitchen. There you see me by the counter. My eyes fly open wide. I lean up slightly from a Pyrex pan. You see me with my mouth stuffed, barely able to close my lips together. “whut…” I manage to get out as crumbs of an unspecified baked good fall to the counter. Yes, I am busted. And yes, by reading this post you’re the one who did it. I want you all to know, before I go on with this that I really did try. I walked past the kitchen for FOUR…