I've been trying to stay out of the spotlight lately and let Osama find his way around.
I'm actually enjoying not having cameras shoved at my face or microphones flashing all the time. Larry Craig kicking my shoes in the bathroom while I'm trying to poop and reading the Bathroom Reader.
Of course, some of the enjoyment has come from my stock of Wild Turkey. Laura says it's OK as long as I don't overdo...which I TRY not to.
"Over do the dew" sounds like a little song. I better put this back behind the bookcase. I've learnned that suddenly breaking into song shows you've had a few. That one Russian leader used to sing until I gave up on any diplomacy and just sang with him.
We got pretty close. Not like that tight-drawers-in-a wad Pootin.
But Osama will be...