One of the great joys in my life

is laying in bed watching the Ogwife get dressed. Slipping on her stockings, wriggling into her panties, tucking her shirt into her pants.

I still cannot believe my luck after all these years. Sheryl Crow was right about this; it’s not about having what you want but wanting what you’ve got.

If there is anyone out there

who doesn’t understand it is not capitalism that caused the current mortgage/insurance troubles but redistributionists gaming the system, and carefully orchestrating the timing of the bailout, please take one step backwards, and face away from the computer.

(Holds up sign that says PLEASE REMEMBER TO VOTE. THOSE OTHER PEOPLE ARE TOO STUPID)

No soup for you!!!

Lord knows, I don’t need any. With the combination of the innoculations I have gotten for my trip, and the corticosteroids in my knee, my body is a soup of chemicals that probably glows in the dark.

I’ve had a low grade fever since the cortisone injection, and my heart is racing. I’m told this is a potential side effect of the injection, and all I can say is I hope to hell it goes away. I’m damned if I’ll let illness prevent me from taking the trip of a lifetime.

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