I said, tapping and then increasing the size of the Huffington Post article I’d pulled up on my iPad. The piece explained how the party of tolerance was flexing and expanding its acceptance of alternative lifestyles in a new way. “Wait till the Daily Show gets a hold of this,” Bunny added, also busy studying her iPad. “Oh, and how ‘bout Meet the Press? They won’t know what to do with it, will they?” I said, for the first time looking forward to one of my new family’s plans. “Talk about Carville and Matalin needing a cocktail party...” That got a good laugh from Bunny. Evidently, she’d also seen the famous pundits’ ads for Maker’s Mark whiskey. “Though the mainstream coverage will indeed be interesting, wait till you see what we’ve got planned for all of the social media outlets.” “You mean, Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and Pinterest?” I asked, marveling at Bunny’s Internet skills for a gal in her late sixties. “Uh huh. And what’s that one with movies?”
