I'm sitting here in my radio studios with a sense of dread.
I'm minutes away from going on the air, hosting a radio show that's heard by millions of weekly listeners. Like all of us, I continue to shake my head and wonder how a world-class astronaut could don a pair of diapers and bring a steel mallet with her during her trip from Houston to Orlando to confront her romantic rival.
And I just know what I'm going to say that's going to get me in a heap of trouble: she's a woman.
How many of us men can say that the women in our lives have all had a "meltdown moment?" Let's face it, call it PMS, hormones, whatever, there is a point in a woman's life where all logic and reasoning goes out the window and she turns into a raging, crazy monster.
With that in mind, is it really smart to consider a woman for president?
I know I probably shouldn't say this kind of stuff, but admit it: aren't you thinking it?
Wish me luck. I might be joining Kevin Federline at the burger joint by the end of the week....