So glad reporters are having a ball with Risch’s tantrum. Did THEY have to listen to the guy kvetching about it for hours? No. Thinking once again about changing my phone number.
Gave the intern his script for the annual prank call to Betsy, congratulating her for joining AARP. She usually loses it when he thanks her for buying the tote bag
Oh sure, everyone loves sine die, but they don’t have to clean up the mess left by lawmakers who think the end of the session means “party at Jim’s house.”
Spotted Moyle with a tape measure down in the Treasurer’s office. I hollered “Offices are for GROWN UPS” and skedaddled for the exits.
Now my phone won’t stop ringing.
Betsy got her appendix taken out, I see. This explains all the weird messages she’s been leaving on my answering machine. Have decided to save the tapes for posterity.
Locked myself in my study with the shades drawn and told intern to knock when the so-called “Pundits Forum” was over.
That was this morning. Still here.