The Bush SOTU Speech And Some Other Tall Tales ...
Decisions, decisions, decisions -- don't you just hate having to make decisions?
Usually, we two do, too.
Yet we've managed to make another one anyway.
As (almost), everyone knows (or should do), here in the UK it gets later earlier than it does in the US.
So faced with the choice of either staying up late to see the State Of The Union speech or snuggling up at a much more respectable time, while having the missus read us a far less, far-fetched fairy tale than any Dumbya's likely to spin tonight, we forgot the former and settled for the latter.
We just hope we have none of those nasty dreams that can often be brought about by bedding down so soon after some supper.
You know, like when no matter how hard you try to run away from the big bad bogeyman who's out to get you, and no matter how fast your feet & you are fleeing -- you ain't getting nowhere. Period.
We bet George Bush knows exactly where we're coming from with that one.
After all, he's managed to make a nightmare of almost all his fellow citizens' (once, so traditionally shared & cherished), great American Dream.
That's all for now folks.
And good luck.