I'm start to think you already have your hands plenty full dealing with all those people in Washington. Man o Man! How can they say such crazy stuff and get away with it? I make just once teensy comment about the size of you know who's butt and only three other people hear it, and suddenly I'm off the Paint the Sunday School Room Committee and Lori Proctor, who has absolutely zero taste in paint, is in! It just doesn't seem right. It's okay, though, I'm not sure I fit in as well with those folks as my mom would like.
So anyway, I'm still watching the show if I'm home and I'm still up, but I'm starting to see that the sort of problems I wanted you to solve are just not that big of a deal. Except you might actually get somewhere with my ideas, unlike those people with the dull suits.
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