Friday, September 09, 2005

Naked Men

are working in my yard. Cabinets are being installed in the kitchen. The electrician is electrifying everything in sight. No one can get in or out the front door because of wet concrete. Preparation for punching a hole through our basement foundation is in progress and the street in front of our house is nearly impassable due to the heavy equipment vehicles lining both sides of the block. Our neighbors love us. And speaking of naked men . . . White House Press Secretary Scott McClellan tried vainly in Wednesday's press conference to defend the emperor with no clothes. Poor Scotty. Reduced to baby talk like "tick-tock" and "blame-gaming," so that those pesky reporters will stop already with their irrelevant questions like, "How much did the President know, and when did he know it?" Now, why does that question sound familiar?


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