Yes, you do, shrift.
I'm not cranky, per se, but the zipper on my (very old) black pants decided that today is a good day to die. Fortunately, the shirt I'm wearing, when untucked, hangs far enough over my pants that the broken zipper isn't obvious.
Still, the only thing getting me through the work day is the prospect of going home and watching last night's Keith Olbermann Special Comment online -- is it true that he ended it by telling Bush to shut the hell up?
Ooh, look what I found the other day when I wasn't paying attention and walked two blocks past my bus stop: [link]
I am saved from death by envy only by their lack of blueberry pies.
Steph, I'll say only that his indignation was a thing of beauty and a joy to behold -- marred only by the realization that he probably didn't pick the best target.
is it true that he ended it by telling Bush to shut the hell up?
Yes, yes he did. KO was mightily pissed last night, and he was practically spitting fury with every word.
Fred, do you think he should have gone after Cheney and the neocons as well?
is it true that he ended it by telling Bush to shut the hell up?
Yes, yes he did.
Man, that's OUTSTANDING.
Loving Olberman.
Happy Birthday, Megan!
I must never look at the nutritional information on the Baconator. I'm sure it's like injecting grease directly into your aorta but I don't care. It's so damned good.
For those following the progress of my kitchen, I decided to go with the black & white Armstong tile laid out checkerboard style. Classic I think. I hope it works!
I think that KO k.o. made my day.