Rose's Cantina

Photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net (naypong) Yesterday was the perfect day to be sick in Ottawa. As I lay prone on the couch, clutching the recently spayed pug Sophie to my chest lest the evil Finnigan break her stitches, I was able to distract myself with some good television, some very good television indeed. First came Question Period, with Tom Mulcair giving a masterclass on interrogation. "Will the Prime Minister?" "When did the Prime Minister?" "With whom did the Prime Minister?" He was really getting Harper's goat. You could almost see the red rising in the Prime Minister's cheeks. You couldn't really. By the look of him, Harper has been undead for some time, hidden away in the bowels of a boat headed back and forth to Europe in a quest for some very fine wine and cheese to ply the voters of Brandon Souris. Harper was clearly pissed at that little nugget Mike Duffy who has been delighting the rest of us with his tale...

n wright@pmo.pco.gc.ca Dear Nige. Can I call you Nige? Whew that was a close one! Thanks for the cheque. I had to go to Money Mart to get it cleared. I'm taking the cash down to the Royal Bank this afternoon. Don't want a paper trail, Wright? Wink, wink. Hahaha. Boy we sure pulled a fast one on those damned auditors. Now, there's no way they'll be able to pin the rap on yours truly. Paid in full, thanks to you! Mums the world, old boy. Bob Fife would have to waterboard me before I spill the beans. Is waterboarding legal in Canada? So glad you didn't spread around the largesse. That Pam, she's so irresponsible. Females! Probably spent all her money on pedicures. Oh, BTW, was wondering if you could spot me a few hundred bucks this afternoon. I'm a little light. Those cruises are a bitch. They say they're all inclusive, but you really have to read the fine print. They claimed my  "inclusiveness" was cleaning them out. What can...