Ann Romney, who is getting lots of those tiny little lines around her mouth from pursing her lips at You People who keep getting all up in her grill with your nosiness, went on a TV show today as part of an ongoing campaign to prove to America that she is so not a smug entitled rich lady baby pooper married to a passionless robotman.
After talking about magical dancing ponies briefly, NBC’s Natalie Morales became very déclassé and brought up the subject of money with Ann Romney who restrained herself from leaping out her chair and clawing the impertinent bitch’s eyes out because talking about Romney money is something that should only be done in quiet rooms with a phalanx of Romney lawyers, accountants, tax avoidance specialists, and former drug mules who shove giant rolls of large denomination bills up their rectums in order to smuggle them into drug money havens.
After pointing out that there is absotively possilutely nothing to see in their taxes and that Mitt is a generous and wonderful lover (of paying the absolutely minimum in taxes) Ann admitted that she really doesn’t know what the hell is going on with their finances, so fiddle-de-dee tra-la-la (insert delightfully tinkling girlish laughter and tossing of well-cared-for blonde tresses here):
The criticism that plagued the Romneys during the 2008 campaign has continued, particularly in regards to their reported $250 million fortune and the issue of their tax returns.
When pressed by Morales, Mrs. Romney stood her ground. “We have been very transparent to what’s legally required of us,” she said. “There’s going to be no more tax releases given.”
Mrs. Romney said if they release any more information, “it will only give them more ammunition.”
In regards to their finances, she said “there’s nothing we’re hiding.”
“It’s been managed by a blind trust since before Mitt was governor, you know, 2002 forward,” she told Morales. “And so, you know, I’ll be curious to see what’s in there too.”
Undoubtedly Mitt keeps Ann out of the loop in return for a generous weekly allowance (pin money) with which to pay for groceries, household needs, lady hygiene products and the occasional impulsive six-figure dancing horse purchase.
There. Now don’t you feel better?