Drainage

Speak of the House, I have people airing my villa after some heavy rain. I have done some travel and attend to personal business with some pleasure mixed in. Might as well. Just when I get the UN fools right where I want them, those hummus-slurping lefthandedbuttwipers have to steal my thunder by getting Israel to attack them. I admire their "rope-a-dope" let-them-bomb-us-until-they-are-exhausted strategy. But this was supposed to be My Time!
Though we must regain the initiative--and the world spotlight--once again, I should enjoy the down time. I have been practicing my Barry White at the Noraebang in order to charm the boots off Minister Rice, but I keep hurting myself on the low notes. Nothing a nice massage can not fix.