Control Yourself

Tammy Bruce, introducing Ronna McDaniel tonight, as I'm listening to news:

"Chair of the Republican National Committee, Ronna McDonald."

I'm visualizing Golden Arches and thinly sliced French fries. 

I'm alone, washing dishes, Maggie Rose and I almost roll, laughing. Even after a commercial break, I nearly snort, wondering how Tammy controls herself, because, me? I would've had a very difficult time. But then again, I'm one who can be at a funeral or in church, and a thought runs through my brain, and I shake, trying not to laugh. I'm bad. 

Cheeky broad. 

There's bound to be a psychological condition in which this irreverence is addressed.

I can't control myself.