My Internet service was lousy last night. I was barely able to make one post. Katie topped the ratings this morning. I'm guessing she'll do that one more time on Thursday, when Rush has his commentary. I'm going to have to listen to his show this morning. I'm thinking some enterprising blogger out there would do well to set up a blog tracking every one of her newcasts, the way Olbermann Watch keeps track of Keith Olbermann. It would take nerves of steel, though. I have seven deep scratches and three puncture wounds. I'm painted with iodine like a tiger. But my big, black cat Gwen is manicured. She can do a lot of damage for a declawed cat. But once she saw what I was doing, she settled down. For a minute there, I thought I would go the way of Steve Irwin. Laura Ingraham is out looking for her lost dog, and her show just isn't the same without her. Boooring. You know that automated shower cleaner that sprays scrubbing bubbles all over the shower? Doesn't work. It comes with two bottles of cleaner and I'm halfway through the second bottle with no visible difference. Save your money. I made some calls yesterday. The body shop has had my car for over a week and now they've discovered something ELSE wrong. Called GEICO yesterday and they hadn't even assigned an adjustor. I think GEICO and I are going to part ways after this incident. It's touch and go whether I will leave on my trip Saturday. No car, no trip. Breakfast, breakfast. Hmmm, corned beef hash sounds good.
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