tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post1990151233815474201..comments2008-08-04T16:10:25.060-05:00Jeff Heberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732306951663286466noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-90921058362600443382008-08-04T16:10:00.000-05:002008-08-04T16:10:00.000-05:00Don't even bother to test the Texas Legislature for mental illness. Everybody knows they are all crazy. There is no sense to spend the effort confirming it. Our whole political class is either crazy or corrupt or both.The South Plainsmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073652975723189745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-56282906175456694512008-08-04T13:41:00.000-05:002008-08-04T13:41:00.000-05:00Add: Needing to tinkle the second you get home. Or, as Mama said, "there's something about putting the key in the door..."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-77757293137474745062008-08-04T11:23:00.000-05:002008-08-04T11:23:00.000-05:00Back in 1996, when my ex-husband Tom died, I gave his eulogy at the memorial service in Kansas City. One of the things I said is that we were very different, but neither of us were wrong. He simply loved semicolons and I didn't. I was a<BR/>comma person. The one time we tried writing together, it was a disaster. The National Enquirer paid us an enormous amount of money at the time--$10,000--to write ten consumer columns on how to save money. But what could you expect from two writers? Of course, we argued over punctuation.Pamela Wagnernoreply@blogger.com