I've never met Marilyn McKenna—like most of my coworkers, I've only had the pleasure of being forcefully ignored and shut out of press events by her husband—but like Dan, the more I hear about her, the more I like her. Take yesterday's profile in the Seattle Times, which covers her relationship with food, her dramatic weight loss, and her evolving stance on gay marriage, all delivered with a refreshing I-don't-give-a-fuck frankness:

McKenna has called Inslee “a legitimate moron”; said that she would eat dog food if it had peanut butter on it; and admitted to ogling the much-younger lifeguard at the local YMCA.

“What can I say? I’m married, not dead,” she told me the other week. “Twitter is fun. I enjoy talking to people. I use it like you would a diary.”

So what brought on the change from quiet, conservative political wife to someone who admits to sleeping in a Hooters T-shirt?

I'm lukewarm on dog food but I'd enthusiastically ogle lifeguards with Mrs. McKenna.