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The real question is how in the world he got up there. I don't have a clue!

I saw a minivan the other day with two bumper stickers in the rear window (I guess that makes them window stickers, huh?), one over the other. The top one said, "I (heart) my German Shepherd." The one underneath said "Pope Benedict XVI." I confess that I was blocks down the street before I got it. Clever.

Here's a Slate article on John McCain worth reading. I doubt you'll get this one anywhere else.
"The Great McCain Story You've Probably Forgotten"

I saw a story on TV this morning before we left for church about bullying at work. They talked about bosses and co-workers who intimidate employees and the myriad ways they do it. I completely understood. I have exactly that problem with my boss.

In that same "Aw, come on. Grow up" category did you read about the Yankees? They're building a new stadium but spent time today with a crew and jackhammers breaking up the top two feet of cement in the floor of one of the hallways. They got word that one of the workers, a Red Sox fan, had buried a Sox jersey before the cement pour in an effort to jinx the Yankees. Of course that's a silly superstition befitting a fourth grader, and surpassed only by Yankee's management spending time and money to dig it up to prevent said curse.
Scary, huh?

Tonight we watched a Dateline program on dishonest insurance salesmen who prey on seniors. One of the people interviewed for the story was the insurance commissioner for the state of Minnesota. The first shot of her showed her walking into her office with file folders which she set on her large mahogany desk. The desk was clear except for a fancy blotter, a pen set and a can of Diet Coke. It was very brief, but I gotta believe that was a case of product placement. Although I looked for another one during the program and didn't see anything. So maybe she's just a wise lady.

The experts tell us that the Great Lakes were formed by receding glaciers during the Pleistocene Epoch, about a million years ago. If a glacier recedes and Al Gore isn't there to call it inconvenient, is it still a catastrophe?

Two old couples get together for dinner. After eating the wives go out to the kitchen to clean up while the two men sit in the living room. One says to the other, "The wife and I went to a really great restaurant last night. I recommend it."
"Great. What was the name of the place?" the second guy asks.
"Uhm....uhm.... What's the name of that flower you give to your sweetheart?"
The second old man answers, "Carnations?"
" No, no, not carnations. That other one."
"Orchids?"
"No, not orchids. You know, the red ones with thorns."
The second guy says, "Oh, you mean the rose."
"Yeah, that's right." Then he hollers, "Hey Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?"

Sorry, that's as good as it gets on a Sunday night.