I WANNA BE PEGGY NOONAN

Since I can't be Charles Krauthammer

I love her turn of phrase. In a recent column she described Obama's speeches as "plonking platitude after plonking platitude."  What a great phrase.  I would love it even if it were applied to someone I like.  I Googled it to see if it's been used anywhere else, and most references were to her column.  Can't you just picture a plonking platitude?  A platitude that just plonks along, not going anywhere and having no point.  Perfect.  From now on I shall fill this space with plonking platitudes.  Some of you will say I already am.  Philistines.

JULIE, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!

It's as big as I can get it.  If  you can't read it, it says, "Hello, my name is Alice and I haven't bought fabric for six days." 

Toby the Cat is visiting us again while his people are in Alaska for three weeks.  In his honor, here are some cat pics.

"Please don't close the door."

"I told you to eat it!"

"No paws allowed on the sofa."  (Is this a cat or a dog?)

That last one looks like Toby. He doesn't do anything spectacular but he's darn cute.

And a very good house guest.

PROM TIME!

Catherine at Dow Gardens