Mojitos with Hugo

This morning's must read itemizes Brownie's emails from the days leading up to and thereafter encompassing the Katrina disaster. Michael "Fashion God" Brown has now become the worst political appointee. Ever. Aside from spending WAY too much time joking about avoiding work and his off-the-rack fashion taste, there's one email that's positively astonishing. It came from the FEMA regional director, Marty Bahamonde (the one who crapped in the hall of the Superdome while Brownie was waiting for a table at the Ruth's Chris Steakhouse in Baton Rouge). After Bahamonde gave his "condition beyond critical" warnings, Brownie responded stupidly to his underling asking him what to do. Remember people - we're still paying Brownie's $148K salary as a "contractor" with FEMA. Hopefully there's more of this junk to be had - this is the most entertaining bunk from a Bushie since "Plenty Bright!" Harriet's gushy notes to Dubya.

Speaking of Dubya, he probably thought he had a cool 4-day getaway lined up for Brazil and Argentina. But it's not looking like it will be one of his beloved "working vacations" given our historic low-regard throughout the hemisphere. If I were running the seating arrangements for the Summit, I'd put Hugo Chavez at Dubya's table. Get a few drinks in Hugo and I bet he's pretty hard to ignore. Screw diplomacy - I want some geopolitical red meat to munch on through the weekend.

Big day for Maya yesterday - we finally got a big girl crib for Maya and retired the shoebox we were cramming her into nightly. The first time I laid her down in it yesterday, she crashed hard for a two-hour nap. Ringing endorsement from her majesty, in other words. We got it from BabyCenter.com and the delivery couldn't have been faster or better (ordered last Thursday, arrived Tuesday afternoon). Our borrowed crib was a recall target, so we searched for both quality and safety. This one rocks. A full recommendation. Hope your own cribs are comfy today. Rock on.