You know, I'm not sitting here like some little woman standing by my man, like Tammy Wynette. I'm sitting here because I love him, and I respect him, and I honor what he's been through and what we've been through together. And you know, if that's not enough for people, then heck, don't vote for him.
Larry is back in town. . . The wedding is set for October. Tammy is threatening to have me in the wedding. Some friends they are.
Live one day at a time, and never be afraid.
Tammy Faye, I really like the woman. I wanted to be her kid.
In my office, I have framed album covers by Dottie West, Connie Smith, Tammy, Dolly, Loretta and Jessi Colter.
Tammy Faye, I pray for every day. I really liked her. I wanted to be in their family.
Sometimes at night I worry about TAMMY. I worry that she might get tired of it all. Tired of running at sixty-six terahertz, tired of all those processing cycles, every second of every hour of every day. I worry that one of these cycles she might just halt her own subroutine and commit software suicide. And then I would have to do an error report, and I don't know how I would even begin to explain that to Microsoft.
Did he really choose Tammy to do his work?
