I can barely write this post this week because little Chance, our deaf Boston Terrier mix, won't make enough room on my lap for the laptop. He will not be denied his proper place or the attention he is craving. So I've got the laptop wedged between the arm of the couch and his head on my left leg and I am as contorted as the new spending bill that just passed in the house. Why do we have to keep giving the rich tax breaks? And why is my lap not my own? Because we allow it.