Libby turns 12

When you're 12 (84), you oughta be given free rein over the couch, don't you think? This one's seen me through law school, a move from Little Rock to Texarkana, trained with me for two marathons, helped campaign for office, and even snuffed out a burglar on a late visit to the office on Easter night, 2002. Her only problems now are hearing (she's lost it completely over the last few months) and vying for attention now that Camille is in the house.