MIGAS

I’m unsure if Migas is an appetizing name for a meal.

I’m more inclined to think it fits better in the sentence: “You’ve got quite a pair of Migas to say that to me!”

In other news, I’m on my third season on DVD of The West Wing.

To be honest, I really don’t know what’s going on 45% of the time.

I pause the DVD as often as possible to grab my “Politics for Dummies” to find out what the hell a ‘pundit’ or ‘lame duck’ is.

I didn’t grow up in a political household.

We never discussed political topics or even what we thought of the president. My father would usually snear “Get out of here!” to the television as he turned the channel away from the hated political figure of the moment.

Now, I’m intrigued with the political process.

Or merely the fact that I’m tired of not knowing what’s going on.

Or how, one day, I too could find a good job where I sit on some city council doing nothing, wondering what I’m going to do with all the money from the salary I just decided for myself.