Sunday night...

Not much going on this lovely Sunday night. I have pretty much laid low this weekend. The H and I went to waffle house this morning....loved it. Can't do without the occasional grease fest.

Tell me something. Why do they keep pushing a microphone in Pat Robertson face? The H says it is because everyone is waiting for him to say something stupid again...like this morning. He is just not sure about where he heard that Chavez paid Bin Laden. What a tool. Sources...my ass!

James Dobson has had conversations with Karl Rove about being sure that Harriet Miers is going to be the right choice for the Supreme Choice. Says he has some information that he probably shouldn't have. Excuse me...to what office was James Dobson elected? If he has some information that he shouldn't have as he said on his radio address, shouldn't the American people have that same information? Doesn't that line up with bearing false witness? I am so frustrated right now. I know I don't usually wax political but I am so fed up right now.

I would much rather talk about the greatest find I came across the other day. I am buying 3 pieces of wicker furniture for our coffee porch. The are old and brown an a little rusty, but they have been repaired and I am getting them for my birthday which is not until Oct. 31. I am going to pick at least one piece up tomorrow and I can't hardly wait. (95.00 for the set! A settee and two rockers!) Showed them to the H this morning and he likes them too.

Thanks for the tag, VI. More later...