If the Golden Girls had a blog, it would suck compared to what these two gals are up to.

[Disclaimer: While it is entirely possible that Margaret, Helen, Margaret's husband Harold, and Helens' three dogs are entirely the fiction of someone's imagination, I am okay with that.  Because if it is true, then that person is still a genius.]

Helen Philpot and Margaret Schmechtman have been friends since they met in college, 60 years ago.  Helen's grandson set up the blog for them, and they have been churning out their unique take on world events ever since.  And I cannot get enough.

Why do I doubt they are real? Because of lines like this:

"Well, I thought it was a good debate.  My hats off to Bob Shieffer... and my blouse too if he plays his cards right.  (Just don't tell my husband.)"

It seems like the author broke character for the sake of the joke.  And, sure, it is a fabulous joke, but can anybody's grandmother be that awesome? 

But the "ladies" really won me over with this post on, yes them again, undecided voters:

"Oh Cecilia, bless your heart.  We have only been at this for two years, sweetheart.  There were over 40 debates during the primaries and most recently we have had three Presidential debates and one Vice Presidential debate.  Honey, I trust you can read."

As much as I enjoyed that, I enjoyed 10 times as much.

"But onto another undecided out there.   So I love my Whoopi Goldberg.   And that Joy Behar makes me laugh.  Barbara Walters has lost some of her edge, but she will always have my respect for her accomplishments.  And then there is Moron Hasselbeck.  Enough said.  But, now there is that other one. Cherry?  Cheryl?  Philmore?  I don't remember her name.  She's pretty forgettable.  Yesterday she announced that she was still undecided.  OK. That's it.  She's a jackass.   I mean this woman is on a show called The View.  What exactly is it that she can't see? She has met, in person, all the big players in this little card game.  Talk about being spoon fed.  And as a fellow plus-size gal I know that she has had more than her share from that spoon.  I am sure qood people like Cecilia wouldn't squander such an opportunity.  It's five days away.  I've got no more patience.  What's her name has to go."

God, I hope these ladies are real: it gives me hope that I, too, can look forward to sunset years filled with biting, sarcastic, and hilarious blogging.