A Sick Day

I am not feeling well today. I called work at 6:00 am to let them know that I will not be in today.

I am trying to sleep, but the phone will not stop ringing, my nose is all stuffed up and the doggies are whining. I’d like to go back to bed but the Missus has the TV on and is watching some Arts and Crafts show. So I am looking at the news on the internet and I see that the sick little monkeys are still scampering about reeking havoc.


Some moron in Colorado walked into a high school took some kids hostage and shot a little girl to death. At least he had the decency to off himself.

Jesus said that it would be better to place a millstone around your neck and jump into the deepest ocean than to harm a little child. With the current state of the world, I think a person could make a lot of money setting up a millstone concession.


Yesterday a team of French doctors took to the skies Wednesday for the first operation on a human being in zero-gravity conditions, removing a cyst from the arm of a man as the aircraft soared and dived to create weightlessness.

The five-man medical team made history by slicing off the yellow growth that floated away from the patient, tied to a string. Doctors worked in intervals of 22 seconds during conditions of weightlessness. Coincidentally, it took 22 intervals to complete the surgery.

I have only two comments on this.

Genius!

It figures that they were French.

The same folks that brought you Kung Pao Chicken are firing lasers at US spy satellites to prevent the orbs viewing capability. This of course is classified information that was not to be made public since the US is trying to have good relations with the Chinese government. As a protest on my next trip to the Won Hung Lo restaurant, I will be sending the Poo-poo platter back.

Finally Bob Woodward is trying to regain the spark of his Woodward and Bernstein good ol’ Nixon days. He has a new book out and accuses the President Bush of confiding in Henry Kissinger who happened to be one of the most famous Nixon aides.

If I could relive the glory days of my youth I probably would have to lie down for a good long time. I admire Mr. Woodward for attempting, but his book is going to end up in the clearance section of Barnes and Nobles in a short while because no one cares that Kissinger visits the President.

At least President Bush is not charging him anything to sleep in the Lincoln bedroom.

Remember all those celebrities that paid big money to have a sleep over with the Clintons?


Willy Nelson admits to smoking pot in our nations first house when he was invited by President Carter.

I’m now going to take my medicine and go back to bed.