Knowing I'm NOT writing for my blog when I could be, just leads to guilt.
I'm thinking of taking a blogcation. I'll get back to y'all in a few days with either a decision.
an old friend called me Sunday night. I was at the birthday dinner for one of my Grands so I had to listen to his voicemail message, after the party. He had called to remind me of a little "Ditty" he'd told me about YEARS ago. He also asked that I erase the message so he wouldn't endanger his status as a Liberal by being found out.
I give you "The Ted Kennedy Lament"
to be sung to the tune of your favorite Irish tune.
Your brother is dead,
and your brother is dead,
and your brother is dead.
Your sister's retarded.
You killed a young girl.
You cheated at Harvard.
Your wife is a lush and
Your son has one leg.
Seems a more fitting eulogy than the tripe spouted at various memorial services.