![]() Happy Wednesday, everybody! Christmas is nearly upon us. Nearly upon us? Frankly, I feel that it’s overtaken me and left me in the road with tire tracks down my back. The good news is I’ll wrap up my holiday gift giving stuff today. Then I’ll sit back with my morning café-sita and await the credit card bills. I thought I would be spending the entire holiday weekend alone, but nooooooo. Guess who’s coming for a visit of the permanent kind. Yep, Cousin Fred and Gigi the Hairdressing Hydrologist. They’re flying home from Moscow after two months of (apparently) self-inflicted confinement in a restroom in the Vnukovo airport where they’ve been living on whatever they could get out of the vending machines in the Customs Hall. As you may recall they went there in the hopes of finding evidence of Russian collusion with The Trump’s people and collecting the $10 million bounty that Larry Flynt offered for solid proof that would impeach The Trump. Our own CCB Boris and Natasha never made it out of the Customs Hall at the airport though because they saw two Federal Security Police waiting at the doorway, presumably for them. It turns out that the Russian Federal Security Police they saw at the entrance to the main terminal are always there. A kindly janitor in the restroom finally clued them in after tiring of cleaning up the beverage cans and candy wrappers for the past two months. They should be home by Friday, which works because the Wife is leaving town Thursday for another of her fabulous vacations. I’m going to have to figure out the living arrangements while she’s gone. Since the Cabinet Saloon replica burned to the ground back in October (thank you law enforcement), we’re a bit short on guest accommodations here at The Compound. The Wife refuses to let Cousin Fred back into the Main House, particularly after she caught him using a tube of her high-dollar skin care product as toothpaste. Eh, it will all work out I’m sure. I have a little over a week to solve it. So, The Trump succeeded in getting a tax reform measure through both houses of Congress yesterday. Now, we’ll have to listen to both him and his odd spokesperson with the crooked mouth tell us what a great leader he is and how it wouldn’t have gotten done without his superior brand of leadership and management. Uh huh. In the meantime, we have tax relief. It’s not perfect, but neither was Reagan’s tax reform measure in 1986. We survived that. Hopefully now The Trump will be able to focus on doing something about that NoKo lunatic-fringe leader with a bad haircut…oh wait, that’ll have to wait until after his fabulous golfing weekend in Florida, I guess. The Trump’s fabulous weekend that is, not the NoKo lunatic-fringe leader with a bad haircut. There are no fabulous weekends in NoKo. Did you hear that Kim had his senior rocket scientist executed because there was a delay in launching one of his rockets into the sea? This was the second “missile executive” in five days to be, ummmmm, cut from the program. I suppose if we’re lucky, he’ll execute them all and have no one left with brains enough to launch anything, anywhere. Hmmmmm. Okay, enough with the drivel for today. Take care, be safe out there and keep an eye on the sky…just sayin’. That is all! Comments are closed.
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