New Years Eve in Frigid City

Since I was reading a good western novel last evening (New Years Eve), I had occasion to watch Hellary & Bubba join Mayor Bloomerberg kick the glass ball off the roof on Times Square. The actual temp was about one degree --- the temperature surrounding our ex-national loving couple was twenty degrees cooler.

When the clock struck 12 midnight, everybody commenced to huggin', swappin' spit, and having a real hot ole' time. Hellary & Bubba however, grabbed shoulders, blew an air kiss by each other's cheeks and then commenced to dance. The only difference between this unemotional shuffle and the one they did on the beach without music, after Monica aired her dirty laundry, err dress, was that this time they were layered with coats over coats!

Brrrrrrrrrrr - ain't a whole lotta luv'n goin' on in that family!! Bless their cold, hard, scheming little hearts...!