Posted yesterday at Kick the Anthill:

Today is a windy day in Oklahoma, one of those “sweeping down the plains” days that we get this time of year and then again in March. Well, that’s actually a bit misleading. We have those kinds of days whenever Mother Nature pleases, whether it’s January or July. But I know Mother Nature, and she’s a good woman. While the wind was pretty strong today, it wasn’t at the tornadic level you’d need to uproot a yard sign stuck solidly nine inches deep in the earth.

Driving through my neighborhood, a place that appears as if Mr. Rogers would be happy to call it home (but in fact is a bastion of liberal lunacy), I noticed a tree service parked out in the street. They had two trailers covered in limbs on each side of the street, so it was quite a feat getting my new, wider car through the area. Thank goodness for the wider car though, because it meant that I had to pay more attention. And today that meant everything.

A streak of blue caught my eye as I drove past. What was that? I was a few houses down the street before I realized—a McCain/Palin sign.

SCREEEEEEECH. I stopped in the middle of the street, opened my door, and ran past the houses, my long black coat flapping in the wind. Folks, this girl doesn’t run for just anything, but justice was about to be done. I stuck my hand between all the branches and pulled out the sign, virtually unblemished, and ran back to my car (careful to hide the sign lest I be grouped with the evildoers who have been vandalizing my lawn).

And that, Little Sign, is how you came to live at your new home with someone who will love you, grease you up with Vaseline, surround you with bear traps, and do whatever it takes to keep the people who wish you harm from breaking your pretty, plastic heart.

P.S.: Before anyone asks, it didn’t belong to the people that the tree service men were working with on my street (those folks have a yard filled with OK Obama and Andrew Rice signs). If I had any idea who it belonged to, I would have returned it to them with a smile. And maybe a hug. Because I’m nice.

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UPDATE: It’s a girl! Soon, Little Sign will be joined by lots of baby sisters. Twenty-five bouncing, pink yard signs are on their way to join their Blue Brother.