sarah loves wood smoke, which is okay in my book, but the problem is that it isn't wood smoke she is smelling, it is her synapses sizzling whenever she tries to construct a linear thought.
"Palin said she's building an office in a new hangar her husband is building at their Alaskan home for his Piper Cub airplane. She said she plans to do her work for Fox from the office and have a fireplace so she can enjoy the smell of burning wood"
i made it as far as bozeman, montana, tonight, and it is colder than witch's tit in a cast iron bra here. So cold, in fact, that i saw several mockingbirds pecking on frozen turds. (something is lost in the translation when one does not sing that phrase)