"I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've finally gone up in smoke. Now my hand is on the wheel, of something that's real and I feel like I'm going home".
Marianne has put in her garden. However, custody of the assorted tomato, peppers and herb plants has been granted to the grandparents. We are in a drought so every night the two peasants have to go out and water these orphans. I guess there are some jobs that Mexicans just won't do. By the way, has anyone seen Babba's butt?
I think it's time to repeal nineteenth amendment. This lurch towards socialism is fueled by woman's innate need to feel secure. If I recall it was Eve that was deceived.
Jon, I know you always get hassled at airports, so on your next visit be sure to fly into Asheville Regional Airport. They never hassle you about carry-on items.
For the compulsive vacuuming father in your home, we have the Computer Vac. It plugs into the USB port and has enough suction to pick up an eyelash. There is no better way to relieve the stress of reading political blogs than vacuuming your mousepad. There is no longer a need to get out that energy-wasting Eureka when you feel stressed out. Just plug in the Computer Vac and feel the tension disappear as it glides over your mousepad. Aaaahhhhhhh!