Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome
Thwap - that’s what this would sound like. When I was half asleep, trying to wake up and uncurl myself from around a particularly cute pile of beagles, I listened to the morning talking heads chewing on this story with a kind of sick relish. What do I think about this?
Fucking duh!
But I am now interested in reading the book. Not because it Bush bashes, because Mr. McClellan was on of Bush’s chums. I don’t think there’s going to be a lot of overt criticism of the president But Rice, and Powell, and Rove - those stories still interest me, although I know they will royally piss me off.
I never finished my weekend recap.
So, on Sunday, after we BBQ’d out at the park, Lex and I had to figure out something to cook for the brood. After much discussion (see: confused arguing and “no - you decide” type conversation) we opted for the grill again. This time, I would grill out veggie skewers, baked taters (hurricane food), asparagus and veggie Italian sausage. G would cook the meatworst (brats) and the corn. It ended up being that I cooked everything except the meat. But it came out holyshit good. The grilled asparagus was almost perfect. A little olive oil, salt and pepper plus fire and you have
*ta da!*
Really damn good food. And I bought 2 bunches of it, thinking that I would lose about half to being overripe or slightly foul, but they were perfect. I even got the non veggieheads trying out the stuff. And again, my nephew J loved it all. And I want a big-ass grill with lots of fire, because that made the food damn tasty. Some of Lex’s neighbors came over, and we all ended up talking until late in the evening…okay it was 2:30 or so when I went to bed.
And we left first thing in the morning. But Lex called yesterday and told me I left my spices there. I bring them with me when I go to her house, because well….she doesn’t have some of the same stuff I do. But I left them there, and that means, eating out tonight.
Now, back to work, but…. little linkies…kind of like sausages, but not.
Have a chipper Wednesday.
I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. - Dr. Suess
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