No. I didn’t forget. They will be here for the next week. Staring at you. Creepy.

We’re out of here bright and early tomorrow morning heading to to Vegas (which is what really cool people call Las Vegas) and the boys know something is up. I just wrote three pages of dog instructions for my brother (educational TV only, no weapons, drugs, or having bitches over… except on the weekend). Bags are packed, absentee ballots are in the mail (sorry Carly & eMeg, hello dopeafornia), the weather is nice so we can put the top down, and I’ve got a large stack of books (Burning Chrome, Nemesis, Great House, The Irresistible Henry House, The Richness Of Life – I’m trying to stay well-rounded as opposed to either oblong or rhomboid) to read while cooling my heels in many distant cities that I would otherwise not visit but for the soccer games.

Also. Too. Because mrs tbogg needs to keep in touch with her office, and her Blackberry didn’t pass security muster with her company’ strict security protocols (she’s in the CIA. …she’s Valerie Plame), we ended up with a laptop anyway. However…. this does not mean I’m going to be doing sporadic blogging.Unless, of course, Joe Miller loses and reacts poorly by taking schoolchildren as hostages, in which I’ll probably have some kind of  an opinion on that.

But other than that, please check out the other better bloggers listed over there on the right.

No.

Your other right.

Jesus. Morans….

(Added) I really hate to dirty up a perfectly good basset post, but  these are things of beauty. We seem  to be in the midst of another McMeltdown. See here and then here. McMegan seems to be spending the bulk of her time fighting the slings and arrows of general mockery instead of doing that business and economics editin’ thang she’s supposedly good at. I’m sure The Atlantic is getting their moneys worth in traffic from her trials and tribulations, but maybe they want to reconsider and rename her blog McArdle Agonistes.