Scribblings

How one person who only lives with birds and dogs can possibly spend as much as I do at Costco’s on a regular basis is beyond me. I will not be wanting for cheddar cheese in the near or distant future. Or apples. Or olive oil.

Sigh…

I open the cabinet above my computer in my office and all the CD’s come tumbling out and cut my head.

If this weather continues, this will be the first Halloween I will spend in Alaska in 41 years in which Trick or Treaters will not have to wear snowsuits over their costumes when they come to my door. I’ll actually get to see what they’re supposed to be. This could turn out to be a lot of fun.

Reading what Sal says on Fox News is almost more incomprehensible than listening to it. A couple of examples…

1. “People who see the way that I and Ted Cruz and Mike Lee and a whole lot of other Americans can see that we are taxed enough already—of course, that’s the acronym for the Tea Party movement—we’re taxed enough already and we believe that the Constitution, that’s the blueprint that leads us towards a more perfect union and will fight very strong for that.”

2. “I’ve been saying for years that robust, competitive primaries make for a better political system—it

Listening to McCain rail against the right wing Tea Party arm of the Republican Party and the damage it is doing to the party, you’d almost think he hadn’t started it all by catering to that fringe group with his choice of our gal Temporary Sal as his running mate in the 2008 campaign. He has no one to blame but himself.

Is it just me or does Ted Cruz look like the character in a movie that pretends to be a good guy but ends up being the creepy villain?

The next budget deadline is January 15. So as you head into your holiday shopping, keep in mind that disaster awaits again a mere 15 days after the holidays end. How much debt do you want to be in when the excrement in congress causes us to default or the government to shut down again.

Yep, happy holidays. Try not to think about tomorrow.

Snowy brought Santa Claus outside today when he went out for his morning ablutions. He propped him up nicely against a tree trunk, performed his morning duties, and ran back in while leaving Santa stranded against the tree across the yard from the back door. Loathe to traipse into the wet dirt and grass in my bathrobe and slippers, I jokingly called to Carm to go get Santa and bring him in. Without hesitation, Carm ran out the door, looked around the yard, spotted Santa, grabbed him and brought him in.

Who knew? That damn dog actually does have brain

Will the last adult in DC turn off the lights when leaving town. The kids can’t be trusted to touch anything electrical… or electoral for that matter.