THE DAY AFTER AGAIN

This is Junior and the cutest little cheerleader you will ever see.

It is 10:07 a.m. bright blue sky and 37.1 degrees out. Patrick is snoozing (what else?) under an afghan on my recliner.

Junior planned a wonderful tour of alcoholic bliss during our New Year's celebration. He started out with Bottled Margeritas complete with salt and (olives?), then, actually I can't remember, Jose Quervo was involved and so was Grand Mariner, lime flavored Smirnoffs, then lots of Pirate Rum and cranberry sierra mist or something, then some homemade wine at Friends', then some boones farm concoction (ugh) then topped it off with some Cal sparkling spumanti.... Oh, yeah. I got a stomach ache and went to bed. Patrick made a dry night of it. Never got drunk or hungover tho, so that's good. Colts and Bears dissapointed.

Now let's see. Gators beat Arkansas. Arkansas beats UCLA. UCLA beats USC. USC destroys Michigan. Is that right? Gators three degrees from Michigan.

Was watching Bush Senior's face during the television broadcast of the Funeral of President Ford--wisdom, hurt, knowledge, experience.... What a contrast to the faces of that pair of doofaces, Clinton and Peanut-Boy.

It made me wonder about what Bush Senior knows. Shot down over the Pacific in WWII all the way to the CIA-- What does he know? What secrets does he keep? What does he know about E.T's visiting our planet?

GO GATORS!! WIN NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!!!