I’m a spender. My husband is a saver. I’m an extrovert. He’s an introvert. I like modern alternative rock. He likes Dylan.
But there’s one thing that knits us together tighter than an Irish sweater: Donald Trump.
We are united in our extreme dislike of everything the man stands for.
If I feel the need to talk, all I have to do is bring up the latest moronic thing Trump’s done and we’re off and running on a passionate discussion about how stupid/sad/disgusting/deadly/narcissistic/egotistic he is.
It’s so nice to be on the same political page.