Sarah Palin is “just like you” except she has a $150K wardrobe.

She keeps saying she’s just a normal hockey mom and she’s like like us normal people who are struggling to make ends meet, but that didn’t stop her campaign from spending some serious cash on her outfits:

According to financial disclosure records, the accessorizing began in early September and included bills from Saks Fifth Avenue in St. Louis and New York for a combined $49,425.74.

The records also document a couple of big-time shopping trips to Neiman Marcus in Minneapolis, including one $75,062.63 spree in early September.

The RNC also spent $4,716.49 on hair and makeup through September after reporting no such costs in August.

I don’t know about you people, but I could pay off every single debt me and my wife have and have plenty left over with a spare $150,000. In fact when I play the lotto I’m not so much hoping to hit the big jackpot (though that would be nice) as much as just five numbers as the $250,000 that would bring it would be a big help in these tough times. I’m willing to let the $8,000 a month John McCain spends on makeup slide only because he’s not up there trying to convince me he’s just like me and thusly better able to relate to what I’m going through. And I’m sure Obama and Biden are spending equally ridiculous amounts on clothes and makeup, but, just as with McCain, they don’t keep trying to sell themselves as just normal folk.

Sarah Palin is no closer to “Joe Six Pack” than Obama is and even if she were that wouldn’t necessarily be a good thing in a Vice President.

Yep, it must be Monday…

… when you get to work and realize you’ve managed, yet again, to rip out the crotch in your slacks. Last time this happened was as I was getting into the car to head home. Figures this time it would happen at some point on the way here. Both pairs of slacks this has happened with have been in my wardrobe for quite awhile now so I suppose this is to be expected. The hole is right along the seam and it’s not so big that anything is flapping in the breeze, so to speak, but it’s still embarrassing and there’s the potential of revealing whether I’m a boxers or briefs man whenever I’m sitting down. Going home, changing, and coming back would take the better part of an hour and I’m already here so I’m not inclined to bother.

Guess I’ll just have to be very careful which chairs I sit in today.