I am in here.
[No, I have no idea how long I’m leaving this up here. I may take it down before you even see it.] I had my first drink when I was three. My parents were having a huge party downstairs, and I’d been brought down to say hi, in my jammies. I must have escaped my … Continue reading A bit of my past
Tonight: me, Other Patti, Our Friend Sally, and Barbara (who doesn’t have a nickname on my blog yet), are off to a jewelry party. I mean, how perfect is that for a Friday night?
France continues to lose its civilization. In the midst of riots, they call for order. ¡No Pasarán!: It’s a Muslim theocracy!: Early in the evening a sick and weak looking Jack Chiraq made some empty French party line declarations about the law (whatever that is) having the last word in this country (sic). Just looking … Continue reading File this under "Yeah, that's gonna work."
I’m starting to think that maybe I should have a separate “Moonbat” category. Here’s some starters for it… Cindyisms: If you have been falling behind on your Cindyisms, those gaffes and bon mots coming from the facial orifice of Cindy “I am More Important than the Hurricane” Sheehan, fear not: A whole collection is now … Continue reading Words of One Syllable Dept. — Cindyisms
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