What kind of wimps would be upset by Sarah Palin answering the door in nothing but a towel?
It wouldn’t faze me in the least.
I’d look her right in the eye and say, "Evening, Governor."
Apparently the McCain aides felt uncomfortable.
Oy ve.
This would’ve been the happiest moment of my life.
At the GOP convention in St. Paul, Palin was completely unfazed by the boys’ club fraternity she had just joined. One night, Steve Schmidt and Mark Salter went to her hotel room to brief her. After a minute, Palin sailed into the room wearing nothing but a towel, with another on her wet hair. She told them to chat with her laconic husband, Todd. "I’ll be just a minute," she said.
