It is a really sad day when the president of my country gets a much-recommended health examination and my first thoughts are tinfoil-hat ones (along the lines of "oh, <expletive deleted>, this is it.")

Well. Not quite true. My first thought, when the report said several hours were reserved, was "Jeebus, he's a bigger <expletive deleted> than I thought."

I am not looking forward to Sunday. And, jeepers, Beav, it's just unnatural to wish well to George Bush!

Julia
A 45’s quicker than 409
Betty’s cleaning’ house for the very last time
Betty’s bein’ bad