When you're hearing so much about Sarah Palin that you don't know if you're coming or going, backwards or forwards, that can be called a Palindrome.
And, when you see so many blog articles and hear so much from talking heads about Sarah Palin it gets to be tedious and tiresome, the drivel they put out can be called Palindrome.
Well, at this time The Weather Channel (according to this morning) said Ike could be headed for the Gulf (and I'd rather not say where the center line of the forecast track on the map shows him headed--though the meterologist said things are still uncertain--so I thought I'd chill out and post a diary about....pooties and other animals!
First, here's my funny Lucky story. Some time ago I was watching "101 Dalmatians" when Lucky was lying in a chair in the dining room. One of the pups is one named Lucky who, because he's so little, has to stand up right in front of the TV to see it. The other pups with their high-pitched feminine-sounding voices keep saying they can't see--then one calls him "Lucky." Then I hear a loud "Meow!" from the dining room...
Now for my rules (which are basically the same as another pootie diarist):
- No arguing over politics
- No bringing up or linking to other diaries (unless they're also pootie (or other animal) diaries.
Now, bring on the critters!