I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well in the storybooks I read there were never long long rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.
A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination and though we do not believe in it it still haunts our apprehensions.
