Last Friday Laura and I were at a party at the home of one of her co-workers, who happens to live a few doors down from Joe Wilson and Valerie Plame. The party's host let a dozen or so of us up the street for a rendition of "For She's a Jolly Good Fellow[sic]" outside the Wilson/Plame residence. Turns out the family had gone to sleep after a busy day, but a bit later Joe Wilson came by with their two kids to thank us for the PDA (and not so much for the wakeup).
I suspect that none of us will be allowed to go on the White House tour anytime before 2009.
(For those outside the Beltway, Ms. Plame's status as an undercover CIA agent was revealed by White House staffers as part of a campaign to discredit her husband's 2002 trip to Niger, undertaken at the behest of the CIA, to investigate claims that Iraq had tried to acquire uranium from that African country. It turns out that with the adults running the show, lying about a blowjob is much more of an offense than compromising our intelligence activities.)