An Interactive Psychodrama: A Fitzmas evening with George and Laura, Friday, October 28, 2005, 7:50 pm EST, at the White House
Draw near, Dear Reader, and spend a cosy evening with George and Laura. The indictments have been handed down, the hard work of ignoring subpoenas and polls is over for now, and the twins are in bed...somewhere. But there's a mystery a-brewing...and you, Dear Reader, can help to solve it!!#** So read on....
GHWB: Ummm, Laura....You seen Turd Blossom?
Laura: Not for the past few days....Did you check the sauna room?
George: Just some dirty towels....Hey, when's dinner? I'm getting pretty hungry.
Laura: I don't know....There's some cottage cheese in the fridge, and I think there's pie.
George: Hell's bells, Laura, order a pizza for cryin' out loud. I'm gonna go find Condi, see if she's seen Dick. He's got my bike helmet.
Laura: Oh, by the way, Judy called....Something about Aspens for Libby--is that a new PAC or something? Anyway, call her back, she sounded kind of...tense.
(George trails out of the room, and a few minutes later drifts back in, jaw twitching)
Laura: So, did'ja get your helmet back?
George: Maybe he had some surgery scheduled or something....Hearts, knees, kidneys, I can't keep them straight anymore. Condi's playing the piano. She seems kind of...tense.
Laura: Well, I don't know where Darth is, but don't bother Lynn about it, she's got thirty pages to get out by the end of the week, and she's having trouble with the last couple of sex scenes. George, for the love of God, puhleeze quit fidgeting....Don't you have something that needs to be done for tomorrow?
George: Well, there's that thing, that thing....that....ummm....Something Scooter needed me to
do....Dang, what was it...Harriet would know, but she's gone too. Andy just keeps swearing at me, I can't ask him.
Laura: Shredding?....Testifying?.....Proselytizing?
(Silence.)
Your turn, Dear Reader: What is it that George is forgetting to do?