This was my most exciting day since getting a jack-in-the-box! I got on a plane and a flight attendant took me into the cockpit! I got to see the pilot and all the buttons and knobs that must be used to fly the thing. They wouldn't let me touch anything, though. Then I had to go back to my seat, where the only entertainment was banging on the tray table and pulling the window shade up and down. And what's with that announcement about "in the event of a water landing"? Don't they know I can't swim? P.S. - Why do the reporters on TV keep standing outside in storms and getting drenched? Didn't their mommies teach them to come in from the rain?
This just in: A boy I've been flirting with at the playground turns out to be the son of a senior White House official. A very senior White House official. Who is it? I will stick my pacifier in my mouth and clam up before I reveal my source. I don't want the young man to think I'm indiscreet.
I hit two parties yesterday, back to back. One was a kid's birthday party with a moon bounce, a clown, and lots of helium balloons. The other was a sophicated pool party with all these Washington types ruminating about hurricanes, politics and their new books. Which do you think I enjoyed more? Hint: I fell asleep at the second one. I did reach one milestone at the first party: Climbing down a staircase (backwards of course). Don't know why all the grownups got so nervous!
Gas is now $3.49 a gallon? Ohmigod! When I was born, it was only two bucks. Maybe I should get a hybrid-powered stroller. Another Supreme Court vacancy, I see. I was sorry to hear about Rehnquist. But now is it time for another woman? I must say I'm glad I live in an area where there are no hurricanes. I don't think I'd enjoy searching for baby food in the Superdome. What is a Superdome, anyway? Today I saw a woman handing out flyers on a street corner in Alexandria, Va. Her T-shirt said: "Stop Bitching. Start a Revolution." (My shirts don't have sayings on them, just drool.) She shouted to her friend that she was hungry and they should head for a restaurant, so off they went. I guess the Revolution was Out to Lunch.
