I woke up this morning with a few minor complaints about my life. You know, the usual--not making enough money, not focused enough, too many unanswered e-mails, hostage to seven emotionally needy cats. Then I read about the Secret Service sex bust, and I decided my life was just fine.
Can you imagine how those idiots are feeling right now? I am so glad, I am so deeply grateful, I am so infinitely thankful, that I am not one of the Secret Service agents who has just been busted not only for soliciting hookers in Cartagena but for being too cheap to pay the bill. I am so glad I am not now in a plane en route to explain that to my wife.
Thank you, God.