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Condi Rice (thinking): Yes! Secretary of State! The big job! I hope the press finally shows a picture of me smiling. They always show me scowling. I can't believe it! A minority woman as top diplomat -- that'll show those xenophobic misogynist nations. They'll have to deal with me, and pretend to like it! Secretary of State! I wonder where the President will send me first? I'm sure he's thinking of the perfect country to introduce me to the world.

President Bush (thinking): I like red neckties. Spiffy, that's for darn tootin'!

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I'm cooking baked ziti for Christey and me. Thus, masterfully changing the house from smelling like boat epoxy to smelling like an Italian grandmother's kitchen.

As much as I love working on my boat, nothing beats an Italian grandmother's kitchen. I believe that is mentioned somewhere in Admiralty Law.