ice cream sunday

Sunday realizations:


Maureen Dowd is as funny/awesome as ever in her column today hating on Republican presidential candidate Fred Thompson:

“Fred followed W.'s nutty lead of marginalizing Osama on a day when TV showed another creepy, fruitcake manifesto by the terrorist, who was wearing what seemed to be a fake beard left over from Woody Allen's ''Bananas'' and bloviating on everything from the subprime mortgage crisis to the ''woes'' of global warming to a Kennedy assassination conspiracy theory to the wisdom of Noam Chomsky to the unwisdom of Richard Perle to the heartwarming news that Muslims have lived with Jews and not ''incinerated them'' to the need to ''continue to escalate the killing and fighting'' against American kids in Iraq.”


Police are happier when the Bears play. But here is something funny I heard on the scanner:

“There is a woman in a yellow jacket. She’s blocking the doorway and smoking crack. She won’t move.”

Taking more than the recommended dosage in sleeping pills results in falling into a dead sleep in an awkward position which ultimately leads to my entire body hurting all day.

yeahhhhh....

I have an ice cream and laundry date tonight. Both are not very sexy. The laundry will be done with Christopher Hitchens and the ice cream with Kelly, who is a little less intense than Mr. Hitchens. In a good way.