Boy Did I Get Confused

A recent piece had Carly Fiorina debating a rep of Emily’s List about the selling of organs from aborted late term babies and I recoiled in shock.  I thought Emily’s List only provided local contractors like piano tuners, plumbers and such not baby body parts.  After all I had watched those ads on TV a hundred times and Emily looked like a nice woman.  So I asked my granddaughter if she knew about their other business?  She gave me an exasperated look.  “Grandpa you’re confusing Emily’s List with Angie’s List.”

“Ah, yes” I backpedaled furiously, “Angie’s List – Angie’s List – it’s hard to keep these list women straight.”