Some days, 2:30 pm rolls around and I am not in a very grateful place. Elizabeth Warren, an absolutely brilliant woman and a woman that won’t take s**t from anyone is being denied her rightful job. An asshole wants to pay a million dollars for the first interview with Casey Anthony. My catastrophic major medical insurance sent me a letter announcing they’re increasing their premium by 20%!!! Who gets to raise their prices 20%??? But then it’s time for a Sunday afternoon Bar-B- Q and our 10-year-old Weber grill lights with the first flick. My sweetest little- pushed- in -face cat Cola, sits next to me as I work for hours at the computer. And on his way home from golf, David stopped off and brought me a Strawberry Cheesecake Blizzard. I really should get dry ice and send some Blizzard off to Special Advisor Warren.