On rye bread with yellow mustard. The soft kind of rye bread, the kind with caraway seeds. A slice of American cheese might be good on it, but it's not essential. Have you ever had fried baloney? It's tasty. That is all.
Oh, she's back - she's back! We missed ya, Hillz. And OMG they've got matching outfits! They're ready for a couples competition in ballroom dance or a Sonny & Cher road show. Everybody sing:
[HIM:] They say I'm young - my ears are big. At least I'm not a blue pant-suited pig. [HER:] I think I know how you stay thin. Did you get here by riding on a Schwinn?
The answer to what Hillary's been doing all this time seems to be fairly apparent - she's been packing on the hip meat and she grew a little pooch, too while she was at it. Maybe that's the underlying cause of her "campaign" debt - the bills for all that arugula started rolling in.
The presumptive nominee checks out the rear view to see if it's any better and presumes that it was more like a gallon of ice cream, a bottle of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup and a spoon. Every night.
In a belated bit of political fence-mending, BO attempts a conciliatory gesture aimed at Muslim American voters. By placing his coat over Hillary's head, he can prove to Muslim voters that he's got nothing against covered-up women.In this case, he prefers it that way.
Bill is not the only Clinton whowants their ass kissed by Obama. Hillary waits while Barack indicates he's rather choke himself with his tie. There's not enough angry old lady voters in the country to make that happen.
Unity, N.H., is not just small, it's small and out-of-the-way. For the attendees, the choice of location would be a nightmare.
the Obama campaign went to great lengths to separate the media from the crowd, deliberately making it difficult for reporters to interview attendees
It was a hot day, nearly 90 degrees, and there was no shelter.
thousands of attendees stood in the downpour awaiting thier bus
It had become apparent by the end of the day that the campaign really hadn't given any thought to the comfort of the people it had bused in.
"The poor folks who gave up an entire day of their lives to see this event got sunburned, dehydrated, then soaked all so Obama could have his symbolic unification rally in this remote town.It was also ironic that the campaign that has made so much out of promising the swift and orderly withdrawal of U.S. troops from Iraq could not even manage an exit strategy for Unity, N.H." Andrew Cline, The American Spectator
I could have told you that muskrats are the enemy of mankind. Just ask my former flowerbed . What used to be a glorious 24 foot stretch of Black-eyed Susans is now just a memory. In it's place is dirt, weeds and a giant sedum that must not taste good.
The muskrats come up from the creek and eat whatever they please in my backyard. What pleases them most this year is Black-eyed Susans. They ate every single one of them down to the roots and when the flowers tried to sprout up again, the muskrats came back and chewed them down to the ground. I left the bed hoping that the muskrats would move on and the flowers would come back. Didn't happen.
Our old dog used to do a pretty good job of keeping the backyard free from the tresspass of muskrats as well as cats, squirrels, rabbitts, birds, chipmunks and blowing leaves. Now the new dog is busy with his rubber hamburger and the small wildlife has taken over. He already had a dozen meals since he got here and I'm not feeding him without expecting something in return. The internets say that muskrats natural enemies are foxes, mink, great horned-owls, herons and hawks. I haven't seen any of those around here but I'm not sure that even they could resist the siren call of a good squeak toy.