I'm sitting here in my radio studios with a sense of dread.

I'm minutes away from going on the air, hosting a radio show that's heard by millions of weekly listeners.  Like all of us, I continue to shake my head and wonder how a world-class astronaut could don a pair of diapers and bring a steel mallet with her during her trip from Houston to Orlando to confront her romantic rival.

And I just know what I'm going to say that's going to get me in a heap of trouble:  she's a woman.

How many of us men can say that the women in our lives have all had a "meltdown moment?"  Let's face it, call it PMS, hormones, whatever, there is a point in a woman's life where all logic and reasoning goes out the window and she turns into a raging, crazy monster.

With that in mind, is it really smart to consider a woman for president?

I know I probably shouldn't say this kind of stuff, but admit it:  aren't you thinking it?

Wish me luck.  I might be joining Kevin Federline at the burger joint by the end of the week....