I haven't been a wild-eyed conspiracy nut till now, but the Creep-in-Charge is making me into one. I'd suspect a Wag the Dog scenario with the East Africa bombings, except that I would think in that case it would have happened on the 16th. And of course, there's the "sudden" realization that Saddam is not being cooperative. (Actually, I think this is Saddam taking advantage. I think it's time for the Creep-in-Charge to quit so petty tyrants won't keep acting up. Not that it would stop terrorism, worse luck, but it'd be nice if Iraq would settle down.)
As for Lewinsky, what a ditz. Just another gal falling for the boss and falling on her sword (so to speak) for the boss, who is going to have no trouble crucifying her. With the least bit of intelligence, she might have kept the dress (ick!) for blackmail purposes, but on the other hand, if she had, she might have caught Arkansas Flu, that fatal disease that has struck so many other people who could have put the C-in-C away. (I wonder if Bruce Lindsay's back trouble will turn out to be terminal?) She just, apparently, kept it, ick, for sentimental reasons. She's worried about the President, who is having no trouble cutting her loose.

If it's on the dress, you must confess

I figure the ditz genes came from her father. If RICH were the father in this situation, any normal father, he would be furious with the daughter's boss!

Then there's Reno. I suspect when the lid FINALLY gets blown on the fundraising, there will be Gore-splatters clear to China. But Janet Reno, at least, is not a ditz.

Sailor certainly is. Bernadette was cooking last night, parmesan chicken, while Rich was chopping up a salad and I was getting a drink. I was going to beat a hasty retreat out of the kitchen, but then the dog somehow stepped in his food dish and knocked kibble all over the floor. Well, he was delighted! There was FOOD on the floor! We must love him! I swept it up, then Bernadette spilled an eggwhite on the burner (since Rich was using the counter) and I helped wipe this up, and I put the burner pan on her clean foil while I was cleaning under it: oh, she was not a happy camper!

Meanwhile, the blonde dog was quite happy. Then, today, I got out early to walk. He was quite good about it when I put on the magic socks and shoes, but when I went into the bathroom he lost it. He knows for sure that I am about to climb out the window and walk without him. Anyway, we went 2.9 miles, and saw some other dogs, and a woodpecker and the ducks, but mostly it was an uneventful walk.

I neglected to mention, as we left South Lake Tahoe, the Sacred Heart Piercing and Tattoo Parlor!