I vomited a hairball during the State of the Union Address last night. I’m sure it wasn’t a political commentary as the Woman wasn’t even watching it. She decided that there wouldn’t be anything new. Actually we watched a few minutes but she was bothered by Nancy Pelosi chewing her lips as if she were nervous back behind Bush. We didn’t actually *watch* Bush, we worried Nancy would make her mouth bleed.
Then the Woman changed the channel and I went and vomited a hairball. Okay, I lied. I vomited a large piece of one of my favorite feather toys and I did quietly so the woman didn’t notice but the human male nearly stepped in it when he walked in the door. He now wants me to take a break from my feather toys!
At any rate, if the State of Union is anything like the state of my life, then it deserves the hairball. I’m sure if anyone listened to me, I could do a better job. Of course, listening to the after commentary, it doesn’t sound like anyone is going to listen to Bush either. Well he had his chance. I also have to say his voice wasn’t nearly as irritating as many on American Idol these last few nights.
Now wasn’t that politically correct? Am I learning to say one thing and do another? I’ve resolved to hone that skill you know…