Kitties have their little ways. My college sweetheart’s mother had an enormous grey tom who would perch on her chest every morning at 4:30 on the dot, and lick her eyelids with his raspy tongue.

And the woman would get UP and give him BREAKFAST! He sure had her trained.

“A little town in Pennsylvania, called Gettysburg,” said Rhett Butler.

Dang. Close enough for me to drive up and jeer!

Well, alrighty, then! Encourage the lads to pee in front of the Romney manse! Take pictures!

Little Lord Kick-My-Ass must be in his teens by now. Bet his classmates at St. Albans–or wherever it is that he goes–would looooove to see a snapshot of that Eton suit!

I would like to see the entire Wolverines starting football lineup–cleats ‘n all–march over Mitt at the fifty-yard-line of the Big House. He is a disgrace to Michigan, Utah, New Hampshire, California–the world.

Aaaaand, they get to live in San Diego with two hoominz (three, when the L & T Casey is in town) dancing and/or cursing attendance on them. Bliss.

VonZeppelin, may the memory of your loved one endure as a blessing. My heart is with you.

You said it ALL, Lesley. Bless you.

“The bride, who will continue to use her name professionally, is a reporter for The Baltimore Sun.” As my first/former in-laws would have said–as they said about me in similar circumstances–CASTRATING B*TCH!

Because we told you before, no, she don’t Douthat.

Don’t Goffin/King deserve royalties for the Shorter Version of what Roger Simon has been ululating?

“…Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment’s pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?…”

That’s Ginni Thomas, not Ginny…

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be copy editors! For life, they flinch to see spray-painted graffiti reading FCUK.

Just like your first two marriages were “temporary aberrations,” right, Newt?

And just like your third one MIGHT be. Got your paperwork in order, Callista?

Love that expression of… pained dignity.

Stacy clearly hasn’t been following anything Joe McGinniss says about his roll-out for The Rogue: NO book-signings are planned. Joe says his publisher doesn’t find them “cost-effective,” but I would be very surprised if cheeseball bantam fighters like Stacy McCain already threatened ass-whoopings. So Joe will appear on television, where they have security guards.

Palingates.blogspot.com not only has extensively information about how Tawd was out a-fishin’ during the extensive time frame in which Track was conceived. They also have quite a lot of photographs of the Menard family. Take a look at Track, side by side, with Curtis Sr. and Jr., Grandma Linda, even his Uncle Larry–the resemblance is amazing.

Curtis Menard Jr., the guy whom I believe to be Track’s biological father, confronted $arah Palin about her parenting actions (or lack thereof) at her office in the early 2000s. He died when his small plane crashed shortly thereafter; water was found in the cans used to refuel his craft.

I can’t wait for $P to go back to Wasilla and wander around, muttering to herself, and leave the rest of us alone!

Yes, because on a word association test, 0.000001 percent of Americans polled associated “moderation and modesty” with the name “Casey Anthony.”

Oh. Okay, then.

The Youngest Biscuitbarrel (all six-foot-three and counting) is on a 24-hour break from his camp-counseling job. I had just washed and folded the bulging sack of manky, muddy stuff he’d brought home, and thought I’d treat myself to a little Tbogg…

But if you say so, Sir, I will obey.

In a nutshell, Sir. And I READ the freaking book!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Big hugs, good thoughts, healing rods of white light, and traditional old prayers for the recovery of the Tboggs.

That photo really sticks the dismount, like an Olympic gymnast.