Imagine my surprise this morning to see a drawing of my kitchen table, my husband, and myself on the editorial page. We must have met this cartoonist, but I don't remember it.
Or if we haven't met him, we must be more of a stereotype than I ever dreamed. Here all this time, I've felt unique-individual-like I didn't quite fit in. Turns out. I'm just like everyone else out there. So much so that when a political cartoonist draws Mr. and Mrs. Average, he draws me and Dave.
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