Woke up this morning to discover that something happened to last night's posting: 1/5 got posted. No luck retrieving the rest (which of course was brilliant). The dog was sick as, well, a dog and the wife went to panic stations. Nurse Charlie was trying to get her to move and eat and pee and drink (the dog not the wife) while the latter was on the phone to the vet. Appointment in the afternoon by which time the dog was fine but the marital relationship had suffered. Cost: $120. Being able to tell the wife I told you so: priceless. Of course I'm now sharing the dog's house and missed the blog. See you tomorrow.
Be sure to watch the Hill testimony on AIG tomorrow. Rep Issa is on a which hunt, the jerk.
... there'd be days like this my Momma said...
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