UPDATE: LINKED BY RADIO PATRIOT! AND SHE THINKS I SHOULD GET A RAISE! THANKS ANDREA SHEA KING, AND WELCOME TO ALL RADIO PATRIOTS.
Day 50 of the Gulf Oil Disaster (GOD) and still, we didn’t rest. A party!
What? Another party? Aren’t we supposed to be kicking ass and plugging the damn hole? Well, maybe we’ll let the people take care of that at the polls on Super Tuesday. Meantime, we’ve got the Congressional Picnic to attend. And little Bo had to take big BO for a walk.
I’ve got the reins, don’t worry !
Lady M had adequately recuperated from her post-traumatic compression disorder so she was able to attend too. And we finally found an appropriate occasion for one of our million sundresses.
Bracelet representing all of the major races: black, white, brown and silver. All multi-culti pearls.
Exec chef Jason Stoller Smith – how many chef’s do you know with 3 names? – prepared smoked salmon to serve the Congressional delegation. There were some rumblings about hot dogs being easier, cheaper and more appropriate, but no one around here takes Glenn Beck seriously.
Party-On! Next scheduled event is a Tea Party.