Sunday in San Antonio
Gee, what a shock--no word from the auto theft detectives about my stolen car.
Otherwise, it's a beautiful day in the city- clear blue skies, sunny and 67 degrees. I may take a bike ride later on, if my bike is still there.
Did y'all hear about the terrorists from the USS Cole bombing escaping from a prison in Yemen? Once again, the long arm of the Bush administration keeps protecting us from terrorism.
In other news, that gay bashing Nazi kid from New Bedford was shot in the head and killed after he shot a cop and others while he was on the lam in Arkansas. I may be a liberal dove, but I do loves me a bit of frontier justice. RIP, mofo.
Betty Friedan died.
Young whippersnappers out there would do themselves a favor if they looked into the life and work of Friedan. Her book, "The Feminine Mystique" caused a lot of us women back in the day to start to rear up on our haunches and get active.
Last night, a friend brought over an enormous hookah and some apple scented tobacco. I'd never smoked tobacco in a hookah before. It was rather enjoyable, though I did sort of miss the aftereffects of the last thing I smoked in a hookah.
My best friend Anna told me they have hookah bars in Seattle now- it's the new rage, she said. Now I feel inadvertantly hip.
Today is Stupor Bowl Sunday. It's a great day to go out shopping...that is, if you have a car.