I’m on my way home.  Will post soon.  Posting from my phone while gleeful is difficult.

UPDATED:  Yesterday I was in Costco shopping for a political reception happening this afternoon – wine, cheese, burritos, – when I got a call from a trusted and highly reliable source who told me that the news was fixing to break.  Had I been at home, you would have been the first to know.  However, I was in the middle of damn Costco and still didn’t have any burritos in my basket.  Screw burritos, I’m buying some extra wine and hitting the check out.

I can post from my phone but it’s a pain in the patootie and I generally screw everything up.  The check out line was a mile and half long, of freekin’ course.  Meanwhile, after about 10 minutes, my phone starts sounding like a bad handbell choir.  My favorite text came from a friend in Austin who said, “Actually, he was indicted on three counts but they can’t remember the third.”

Bubba drives home.  I post this.  And I giggle.

I’m completely serious.  The night before the punishment phase of the trial, meet me in the downstairs ballroom of Stubb’s barbeque for food and fun.  After the verdict, we go to Matt’s El Rancho for Margaritas and Bob Armstrong dip.  It’s a Texas Republican crook tradition.