If I were Sen. Larry Craig (R-ID), arrested for soliciting sex in a men’s room, I don’t think I’d open my press conference with the words, “Thank you all for coming out today.”
But then that’s just me. Your mileage may vary.
And yes, I am truly enjoying the conservative nutjobs in this current “I’m a fiddler crab!” mode. I do hope they can keep it up. And I bet they can.
In other news, I’m a little behind on “Sir Christémas,” since I spent last night getting 144 balloons inflated, organized, and installed on my mother’s front yard so that when she awoke this morning on her 75th birthday, the whole neighborhood could see.
And this morning, when I might have done a little catching up, I spent racing Sam to the emergency room after he was chewed up by wandering dogs at 5:00 am. He seems to be OK: some puncture wounds on his butt which require stitches (and thus an expensive hospital stay), but otherwise by the time we left, he was ready to come home, he said.
So maybe I can knock out my GHP report very quickly this afternoon and then work on the music tonight.