What a week in Washington….almost unbelievable…. and I think between Elaine and myself we’ll have to share some thoughts and hear your thoughts on the current state of affairs.  I still have a difficult time wrapping my arms around the whats and the whys – and part of the distress of the current situation is the fact that the news is being driven by emotional, irrational folks who don’t understand the full story and its implications (this includes many of our Washington politicians).

So on that note, given it’s a Friday, I thought I would conclude the week on a much lighter note.  A friend sent me an amusing email yesterday about the REAL story behind the Three Bears.  It reminds me of a children’s book we have titled “The Real Story of The Three Pigs” which is written from the wolve’s perspective.  It is hysterical and a fun book to read with children.  Similarly, this is Mama Bear’s take on those empty porridge bowls:

Baby Bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table.  He looks into his small bowl.  It is empty. “Who’s been eating my porridge?” he squeaks…

Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair.  He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty.  ”Who’s been eating my porridge?” he roars.

Mama Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, “For God’s sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you idiots?  It was Mama Bear who got up first.  It was Mama Bear who woke everyone in the house.  It was Mama Bear who made the coffee.  It was Mama Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away.  It was Mama Bear who swept the floor in the kitchen.  It was Mama Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and croissants.  It was Mama Bear who set the damn table.  It was Mama Bear who walked the bloody dog, cleaned the cat’s litter tray and gave them their food, and refilled their water.

And now that you’ve decided to drag your sorry bear-arses downstairs and grace Mama Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once…

“I haven’t made the  ****ing porridge yet.”

Enjoy the weekend!