Reaping What is Sown |
Speaking of loyalty it seems
we’re getting another object lesson on misplaced loyalty as yet another second
term president struggles with his legacy.
Obama’s minions have been caught red handed bringing politics into the
IRS which is the last place it belongs.
A leader is responsible for everything that happens on his watch and these
people obviously felt empowered by a president who’s made unremitting attack
politics his mantra. He seems to be
doing the right things now about the situation but he provided the fertile
ground for these “weeds” to flourish.
I returned home last night
to find the wife in high voice on the phone, her I-Pad was not functioning as she wanted. Unfortunately her I-Pad coach, our son in law, was enroute to the West Coast and unavailable, leading to a spirited and high pitched strategy session with another I-Pad owning member of the Latin Mafia. High voice is not exactly a rare occurrence
but one that called for the deployment of the ear phones. I wear those when my wife gets on the phone
on the same floor as the TV I’m trying to listen to. That’s not to say she
speaks loudly (she does) but the acoustics of our house means anybody speaking
in the kitchen (her favorite spot to hold forth telephonically) drowns out
anything in the family room. I’ve tried
turning up the volume but that just seems to encourage her to speak louder.
Drowning Out the Noise |
The head set ear phones are
the answer. She hasn’t come up with a
way to circumvent their ability to shut her out (I’m sure she’s trying). She took a picture yesterday while I was blissfully
unaware of the interruption.
I took off the ear phones when
she joined me to watch a movie and Buddy took that as a sign to join us on the
couch. He was in a playful mood and I
shortly found myself under intense canine attack. My wife couldn’t stop laughing as Buddy tried
to attack me through the blanket I was hiding under. It was so much fun and a good way to end what
had been a frustrating day to that point.
Dogs seem to sense when you need a lift.
Buddy On the Attack - My Head is Between his Front Legs |
Ouch!!!! |
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