Well, I finally have a dashboard again so I can turn in my assignment. Jenny would never believe that "the dashboard ate my homework."
This has been an interesting week, politically, wouldn't you say? The latest idiocy comes from Karl Rove regarding murdering Akin. Murder is a pretty strong word, don't you think?? Of course, we all know how ruthless Karl is.
And Clint Eastwood didn't exactly make any one's day last night with his odd ramblings to an empty chair. I think his reputation as an actor has been seriously tarnished. Romney's handlers really pissed in their chili by letting Eastwood speak in prime-time. Despite the marginalizing of women by conservatives lately, Romney felt the need to bring in his wife to shore up his reputation. Isn't that the way it is, though? The men make fools of themselves, and the wives have to come in a repair the damage. Too bad she had to be subjected to Clint's mumblings. She was obviously displeased. My word to Clint today, "Don't eat the cookies!"
While gazing into my wine glass (oenomancy: divination by studying the appearance of wine), it came to me in a trance! This is going to be a pretty wild fall. In my dream-state, brought on by the third glass, a strange creature slowly came into focus. Oops! Sorry! It was just Violet, the feral cat who has adopted us. And there was Lizzie, barking frantically at the cat--barking, barking, barking, while Violet sat on the ottoman quietly, waiting to put out those claws and swat Liz on the nose. Mulligan was remaining fairly neutral during all of this--kind of like the Swiss.
Now I know where the term "political animals" comes from. I hate to place Liz in the category of "conservative," because she is anything but, but she was sounding like one last night with that annoying yapping without really saying anything intelligent.
Violet remained poised and professional, cool, yet on the alert for one slip-up by Liz. She sat quietly, waiting, waiting for one foolish move by Liz, then SWAT! Out come the claws! OUCH!! Unfortunately, Liz didn't learn her lesson the first time, and there definitely will be another encounter. Eventually, though, she will learn, and when the votes are finally counted.....Need I say more?
My trance became deeper by the end of the third glass, so I put the cat out, got into my pj's, and climbed into bed. What! You don't believe in oenomancy? You think I just had too much wine? We shall see, my friends. We shall see.
"Go ahead! Make my day!"