Well, this is unsettling.
The Missus just received a letter from a certain William J. Clinton asking her to do something “important” for him.
Dear [The Missus],
I’m writing to ask you to vote for Hillary on 3/1/16. You have a history of voting, the turnout is going to be high, the election will be very close, and shee [sic] needs your support.
Shee? Is that short for – what? – banshee?
(Not to mention what my old man used to say: Who’s she? The cat’s mother? No idea why.)
Maybe they’re right.
Maybe they’re not.
But the Big Dog would be wise to leave the Missus alone from now on.