On another note: What a contrast this Arafat hysteria is to the funeral of our beloved President Reagan: people w/flags lining the streets (some weeping) and/or lining up for hours to pass quietly and respectfully past his casket.
The funny thing is that I can't start it. I have to get JT or hubby to do that. You have to pull the rope like you used to do for a lawn mower and I don't pull it fast enough.
Roomey turned on the tv to listen to Imus, and fell promptly to sleep. I woke up to a scene I see when I disturb a fireant mound. The palestinians are milling around that coffin just like the fireants do when they are disturbed. The evil runt will not be missed.
Good Morning Everyone. Won't be here till evening. I need to go up to Waco. Seems I spend a lot of time up there.