Do as the Queen does [was Re: question for recent post-ops]

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At 4:53 AM +0000 11/26/01, Theresa wrote:

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>I am sick of walking down the hall and around the couch so tomorrow

> gets out the leash and we are going to walk as much as I can

>stand! That hopefully will get things moving...and God bless anyone

>who walks behind me at the mall! Maybe I will play the Diva and just

>carry an antomizer and spritz away when those occurences should

>happen. Or if worse comes to worse, I will just stare at the closest

>man and say in a loud voice, " holy cow mister...could you give it a

>break! "

Air Force One lands in England. It comes to a stop at one end of

a bright red carpet along which the President strides to join

Queen II in a beautiful, ornate 17th-century coach

hitched to six large matched white horses.

The coach proceeds through the streets of London en route to

Buckingham Palace. The Queen and the President all-the-while waving

to the cheering crowds.

Then suddenly the right rear horse produces a thunderous,

cataclysmic " release of gas " that reverberates through the air and

rattles the door latches on the coach. Uncomfortable, the reaction of

the two powerful passengers is to focus their attentions elsewhere and

behave as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

But the Queen is the first to realize that ignoring what had

just happened is ridiculous. She explains, " Mr. President, please

accept my regrets. I'm sure you understand that there are some things

which even a Queen cannot control. "

Bush replies, " Your Majesty, please don't give the matter another

thought. If you hadn't said something I would have thought it was one

of the horses. "

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