Yeah…where can I get one of those pocket Constitutions. I’d like to make sure each of my grandchildren have one.

I dunno, Suzanne. Y’think Bill and Nancy have a thing?

Yeah, Mugsy. Barack Obama talks about his white mother all the time. I don’t think everything is the media’s fault, but I do think that’s where Obamas heritage got taken to a darker shade of pale. I need to get up to speed on the Wall Street connection.

Aw, c’mon, Cookin’…don’t go there. Not voting won’t help anything. If you’re really a golfer, y’gotta see the fall election with refreshed logic, and play that same 18 one more time. Don’t drop out, now.

Aw now, shucks, Ms. Roche. You’ve riled me up. I can’t just sit here and not defend my good friend, Mugsy Peabody. She’s not arrogant. And she’s not misinformed. Her memory is uncanny. We share opposing views politically, and she seems to tolerate me just find. Trust me. I’ve read every post she’s written on wowOwow since April 9th, and there’s absolutely every reason to believe Ms. Peabody is ALL about living her life in peace, and extending a few kind, instructive and mighty well chosen words now’n again.

M Morgan woke up later that evening, and didn’t know where she was. What had she done? And then she remembered…the wowOwow binge. Uh-oh.

Thanks, Frank.

Yes. It’s hard for women not to see themselves through a man’s gaze. Maybe somebody knows who said this. I read it in a book somewhere… “Comparing yourself to another woman is like comparing a rose to a gardenia.” There’s no question, we should all repect Senator Clinton. And we must stop berating ourselves. But I’ve been there Ms. Bachrach. You’re not alone.

Bean, that is just about the ugliest post I’ve ever seen. Let’s not forget what happened in Kentucky the last time they joined the rebel rabble.

Woo-hoo! Ariadne. That does clarify things!

No, Mr. Man. That was me.

Ponies? Wowowowow! Great fun!

Good for you, Dr. Klein. Whatever your reasoning, I believe in this case you’ve drawn a worthy conclusion. How y’doin with Nora Ephron?

Kissing your feet as you go tripping by, Suzanne. Thank you for these beautiful links. Who was singing and what was I hearing over the Montage.

“Bob” was the first word I ever read…the summer before I started kindergarten. I was playing school, using one of my older sister’s readers…I knew my alphabet, and it just dawned on me that an “o” with a “b” on each end would have to say Bob!…so I went running into the kitchen to confirm it with my mother. I was so excited. “Does it say Bob? Does it?” She told me to put the book away and set the table. But I put a lot of words together after that. Downey Duck Grows Up was my very first novel. Black Beauty was second. But I used to read the Bible all the time. Genesis, mostly. Over and over. I’d sneak out of bed, turn on the bathroom light, flush the toilet (maybe even go) and then scrunch under the toilet tank with my Bible. I just to wanted to read. I knew I’d get in trouble if they caught me. But I figured God wouldn’t get mad at me if I was reading the Bible.