A little bit ago, I set the high score -- 21,200 -- in a Pac Man tournament with my three youngest children.
My wife was out in the backyard feeding the chickens. We eat brown eggs for breakfast here, and my wife looks good in her blue jeans, feeding the chickens.
Just got back from Sheetz, where I bought a couple of chili-kraut-cheese dogs, a small bag of fries and a frozen mocha. Wanted to have something to eat before my wife and I left for a little cocktail reception this evening in D.C.
Sullivan's melting down, Doug Hoffman's still fighting in NY23, and Barbara Espinosa's improving her blog-fu.
Sometimes survival is victory, and I'm doing a little bit better than surviving these days. Still, you really ought to hit the tip jar. Smitty's in charge for the evening, so e-mail him with news tips, etc.
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