That said, I'm watching their dogs and house this week. They are huge Disney patrons, so there are large, framed drawings of Mickey, Minnie, and others all over the house. Figurines of Beauty and the Beast are everywhere. I mean everywhere. The house is decorated in pastel blues and yellows. This shouldn't bother me, but they were my high school colors, then my sorority colors, so I feel like my adolescent knick-knacks and uniforms have risen from the dead and puked all around me.
I think every book that Ann Coulter ever wrote is on their bookshelf. Glenn Beck is up there, too. It hurts my feelings. Or angers me. Or something. I got on their computer, and the home page is Rush Limbaugh's web site. *slow heavy sigh* Yesterday, I pulled a mug out of the cupboard for coffee, and immediately had to exchange it for another. It said Bush Cheney '04. I cringe even typing such a phrase.
So obviously we never discuss politics. Like I said, these are really warm-hearted people. And it's difficult for me to reconcile that with my current surroundings. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone here.