...that Monday is the annual Reagan's Birthday celebration.
Living in Minnesota as many of my readers do, surrounded by the nattering descendants of history's great midgets (Carter, Mondale, yadda yadda), who are in a temporary ascendant, it's important to focus on what could be. Reagan's Birthday should help with that.
Special celebration plans coming later this week.
Posted by Mitch at February 2, 2006 06:16 AM | TrackBack
Hey, there's a pack of Jelly Belly beans up in my bedroom.
And no, that was NOT an invitation. My celebration is going to be private. It's the price I pay for being married to someone who thinks that RR is the most evil man who ever lived.
Posted by: Dave in Pgh. at February 2, 2006 08:26 AMThe Dutiful and Beautiful Mrs. Badda-Blogger has come around quite a bit since marrying me... not in the least, her opinion of President Reagan.
We even have a big stuffed animal for our boy that we call Reagan the Dragon. He's soft and cuddly, has a lovely smile, and he's big and sturdy... comforting and protective.
We all love him!
Posted by: Badda-Blogger at February 2, 2006 11:02 AMI have a jar of Harry Potter-themed Jelly Belly beans in my desk drawer at work.
Flavors include vomit, dirt, grass, sardine, and earwax.
Unwelcome visitors in my office find this jar sitting on my desk.
They're a great excommunicator.
Posted by: Ernst Stavro Blofeld at February 2, 2006 11:10 AMMy wife has become round since she married me, on account of I got her pregnant four times. She's my sweet Jelly Belly.
Posted by: Dave in Pgh. at February 2, 2006 05:10 PM