Michelle Malkin has checkmated Huffington. Please, not one more word from this woman. Ever. She flies in private aircraft, gets picked up in an SUV (with nary a mote of objection) to attend a SIERRA CLUB meeting! She lives in mansions that consume more energy in a month than my house does in a year. Arianna, pack up your Prius with your anti-Bush screeds and three fellow moonbats (if you can fit that many in your micro death trap and drive off the Santa Monica pier. Thank you.
Quarantine 2008 has ended
Fair warning: possibly graphic post and not for the squeamish. So it all started Friday night. Wife and I had a long day (as usual) and had finally finished with dishes, laundry and the rest of the normal daily grind. The baby had been fussy most of the day and had spit up here and there. Mostly we thought it had been switching from formula to milk which can sometimes cause this type of thing. By the time kid #4 rolls around you tend to let these things slide. If this were #1 we'd have called in a medivac at the first sign of vomiting in a 1 year old. He finally calmed down and we got him off to sleep. We watched a bit of The Wire and retired (very) late. About 10 minutes later #2 wakes up crying complaining of a stomach ache. I ask if he has to go to the bathroom and he says no, it's not that. His stomach really hurts. OK, into my bed and I'll get the heating pad for a bit. We get him settled and he calms down. Knowing that he tends towards the dramatic, I s...
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