that Rice was incredibly brilliant today.

He's worried that he's a passenger in my luxury cargo-liner. He's concerned because I haven't blogged about him lately. A dirty secret in the wings of my fweng train. He's worried he's something to ignore.

There you go, honey. I've blogged ;).

(Yay! Publicity! Now I can run for public office! he says.)

He is, of course, being silly. We have a wacky sense of humor at this house.