The Baby Cakes meatloafs on the kitchen counter in the early morning light between breakfast and mid-morning snacks.
Most fascinating local news story of the day. We traveled 20 or so miles north to Peabody to have our hair cut by the magnificent Italian/American scissorhands Maurizio. For sport we asked the Divine M. whether he had had many requests for a Britney Spears cut of late. It turned out that neither he nor any of his staff knew what on earth we were talking about. How can this be? If these good folk don't know about Britney's pate, what DO they know about? Once we revealed the state of Britney's cranium, they were totally fascinated, and Maurizio himself was in stitches at our observation that now the outer part of her head matched the inner part: Nobody home.
Tired of waiting for snacks to descend, he heads off to regroup and reconnoiter.
Lots of good stuff out in the blogosphere today. Start with Laura Lee and follow the links:
Acute Politics’ Teflon Don is the kind of young man every mother and father would be proud to claim as their own but as a mother, reading his account of a day in Iraq makes me grab for my heart because it simply takes my breath away.
We woke up in the wee hours -- as ever with the TV on -- to hear the pre-fabricated narrative of the MSM re Great Britain's long-planned withdrawal of their "twoops" [Our twoops are some vewy, vewy, vewy fine twoops] from Iraq. If you didn't happen to catch Tony Blair making the case on C-Span later in the day, you would never realize the withdrawal was, as Dick Cheney said, a sign of progress. And, of course, were you tuned into any of the cable stations, you never would have caught anything but the mind-numbingly dull LIVE trials and tribulations re the disposition of Anna Nicole's rapidly dehydrating body. May she rest in peace.