So Uncle Ted was planning to return to Washington even after his conviction, but there was a little hitch. A birthday gift, if you will, not for Ted Stevens but for the rest of us. He lost the election. He's been thrown under the bus by the increasingly irrelevant GOP. Like it makes a difference.
So in honor of his crankiness' birthday, a celebration is in order. Put on your dancing shoes, grab a partner - or not - and get down and boogie.
It's cold here tonight, so - move over olives - I smell cherries and a perfect Manhattan is in my future.
Doctor appointment tomorrow morning. Stay tuned.
And so it goes.
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