Idiots....all of them idiots!!

I'm lying here in bed eating fresh strawberries and drinking champagne and not believing what I'm hearing. I TOLD B-Man that flying that backup Air Force One airplane really low over New York with those fighter plane close to it just so he could have a picture for his iPhone was a bad idea. I TOLD HIM but he wouldn't listen. I said, "B-Man, you may have completely forgotten about those nut-cases who flew airplanes into the World Trade Center but I'll bet the people living in New York haven't, and they're gonna' be scared to death." He just waved his hand at me and told me to go take the dog outside for a walk. Look, I'm not the president of the United States like B-Man is...and he won't let me ever forget it...but I knew it was stupid. And sure enough, I was right.

There came that airplane flying really, really low with those little fighters buzzing around it like bugs and people started screaming and yelling and running outside from their office buildings and going completely nut-so. And then...THEN...Mayor Bloomstein or Bloomski or whatever his name is gets in front of the press and you can tell he's REALLY pissed because he didn't know anything about it. And then that idiot Gibbs had to pretend he didn't know anything about it when the press asked him questions during his daily press conference with them. Truth is, he doesn't know much of anything about much of anything so he hardly had to even lie. Did you hear that fool said his job as press secretary is the "funnest job" he's ever had?? Even I know that "funnest" isn't even a word, and if people think he's having fun in that job then maybe they'll want his pay to be cut or something. Geezzzz......he has less brains than he has hair, and he doesn't have much hair. I told B-Man a long time ago to get rid of that guy but for some reason he won't.

Oh...then....I don't know what to say about the fools that run B-Man's teleprompter. How difficult could that be?? So one of them screws up during one of B-Man's historic speeches and gets the pages screwed up and B-Man has to actually tell him to "move it on up"...the page I mean. He pretended it was funny and people in the audience actually laughed but he was STEAMIN' PISSED about it. He keeps hiring his relatives to run that thing so they can have some money but honestly, his people are dumber than stumps. So he paid the price and got embarrassed and all bent out of joint because his cousin Mojuumba or somebody couldn't figure out when to push a button. I'm shakin' my head...again.

Let's see....what else to talk about. Oh....I showed B-Man how I did that math problem yesterday and he said he was very proud of me for figuring it out. He went over it and over it and finally said he couldn't have done it. He said there were too many steps and it confused him. Can you believe that?? He's the guy who is supposed to solve the financial crisis and be in charge of General Motors and all that and he can't even do multiplication and then that dividing stuff?? Lord save us all!! But I'll tell you something...he's one heck of a community organizer and a great campaigner!

Stupid The Dog hasn't gotten any better. He's dumber than the teleprompter people and I'm not sure he's ever going to get housebroken. We've put one of our slaves on him 24/7 or he just leaves piles of poo all over the White House. Yesterday one of the special visitors from some country I've never even heard of (that doesn't narrow it down, I know, because there are a whole BUNCH of countries I've never heard of!!) stepped right into a fresh pile of poo and went nuts. Evidently where they live if you step in animal poo you're cursed for the rest of your life, so this guy stepped in it and then started screaming and crying and made a terrible scene. Luckily we had some visitors from the Washington D.C. Zoo who were showing a bunch of kids some animals and they had one of those guns that shoots darts with medicine in it, so they shot the guy with a dart and he settled down. I don't know what happened to him after that but I'm tellin' you, the dog was in trouble..again.

I'm so sick of hearing about the Swine Flu I could scream. B-Man is tired of it, too, but he has to pretend he cares and make speeches about it and tell everyone he has it under control, when really he hardly has his own bladder under control. This whole place is out of control. Stuff goes on all the time and B-Man is the last to hear about it because Rahm doesn't tell him, but like I've said before, B-Man is scared to death of Rahm so nothing happens. I want to go back to Chicago.

I'm tired now and getting kinda woozy from all the champagne. I know it's still early but I think I'll take a nap and try to dream I'm back in the Windy City at my old job in the hospital. Those were some good times, huh?

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Now It's The Swine Flu!!!

We just want one day...ONE DAY...when absolutely nothing happens but I just don't think that'll ever be. Now it's that stupid flu that some stupid people got from the stupid Mexicans and took back with them to stupid New York and gave to other stupid people and now it's spread to New Zealand and Kansas. It's soooo stupid! But people are too stupid to wash their hands and not let anyone cough on them so as far as I'm concerned they deserve to get sick.

B-Man actually came in contact with someone who had that flu when he went to that conference where he kissed up to Chavez and had to listen to that other guy rant and rave about how bad America was and then B-Man didn't even say anything about it. He came in contact with someone who DIED from that flu just a couple days ago. So you can imagine how scared B-Man is....he's petrified, and every time he coughs or sneezes he calls the White House doctor up to give him a complete physical. We just keep one of those boxes of rubber gloves in the bedroom so the doctor doesn't even have to bring them with him any more. And every time I see B-Man he has a thermometer sticking out of his mouth. If he asks me, "Do I feel hot to you?" one more time I think I'm going to scream. And then....THEN....he said the most idiotic thing I've ever heard: he looked me right in the eye and said, "If I get the Swine Flu it'll be historic...I'll be the first black president of the Unite States to ever get it." I got so mad at him for that I just stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind me.

He's making me wear one of those surgical masks when I'm not in public and I have to wash my hands with that waterless hand cleaner once each hour, even if I haven't touched anything or even been out of the bedroom. B-Man says if I get it then he'll probably get it and if he dies then Joe Biden will be president and he can't even stand the thought of that. Oh...guess what...he even makes Stupid The Dog wear a mask. That dog really, really hates that because the little elastic strap gets tangled in his hair and pulls and makes him go nuts, but B-Man says no dog of his will get a disease named after a pig...it would be humiliating for both of them!

B-Man is still working on his stupid "100 Days" speech. He stands in front of the mirror and practices all his expressions and his hand movements and when he starts with that I just leave the room because I can't stand to watch him. People think he's so natural when he talks but really when he doesn't practice or have the teleprompter he can hardly complete a sentence! He stutters and says..ahhhhhh....and gets all confused and it's really painful to watch. He has a whole bunch of phrases he's memorized and he just sort of plugs them in the right spots when he is asked a question that isn't on the teleprompter. Sometimes he totally blows it...like at that Saint Patrick's Day party with that king from Ireland, or whoever he was, when B-man read the king's speech by mistake. I just shake my head....

While we're on that subject, I wonder what happens after the first 100 days; is there a "first 200 days" and then a "first 300 days" and on and on? I mean where does it stop? Let's see, if he makes it through the whole four years without getting kicked out, that would be 365 times 4 is.....mmmmmmm......mmmmmm....4 times 5 is 20, write down the zero and carry the 2, 4 times 6 is 24 plus the 2 that was carried so that's 26 so I write down the 6 and carry the 2 again, then 4 times 3 is 12 plus the 2 that I carried, so that's 1460 days. So if I divide 1460 by 100, that's 14 with 60 left over, so B-Man would have to give 14 of those stupid speeches and then there would be 60 days where he wouldn't have to make one but he could cover those days in his farewell speech. Whew..that was some HARD math, but I got the answer and that's what's important. B-Man says that no matter how hard you have to work, when you get the answer then it's worth it. Well...that's for other people because we don't really have to work and we've never really had to work. We just get somebody who's really smart to do the work for us, like doing those numbers. But it's good advice for other people, huh? When B-Man gets home I'm going to show him in my Diary how I did those numbers and he'll be really proud of me. He told me once he didn't marry me for my brain, even though I went to law school. Heck, with all that Affirmative Action stuff I hardly had to study at all and I still got really good grades. If you want to know the truth, I don't know a single thing about the law except you're supposed to come to a complete stop at stop signs...not even roll a little, and if you get a speeding ticket and don't pay it the police will issue a warrant for your arrest and you'll be in seriously big trouble. That's it...that's all I know about the law....it would fit on the head of a pin. But it doesn't matter because I'll never have to work again what with B-Man's presidency thing and retirement pay for life and all. And even after he's not president any more, even if he leaves in shame (which will most likely happen), I can still give speeches and make a lot of money doing that.

Oh...one more thing: that Janet Neopolitan woman or whatever her name is...the lady B-Man nominated for leader of Homeland Security. Man...where did he come up with HER?? If she isn't a dike, she missed her calling. She's scary to watch on television, and that memo she wrote about war veterans becoming terrorists is the wackiest thing I've ever heard of! B-Man says she made a whole lot of people mad with that one but he doesn't really care because all those people didn't vote for him anyway since he's all about taking away everyone's guns and cutting defense spending and just generally raping the military. So he'll probably let her stay in her job but a lot of people are telling her she should resign. She'll never resign, though because I'll bet she gets to meet a lot of other gay women and why would she throw that away???

Well, enough. My fingers are tired and I have to go wash my hands again and log it in on that little sheet that B-Man makes me write on. I think it's stupid but I'll do what he says so he won't pout, which he's VERY good at doing when he doesn't get his way. I swear, if he had lost the election I'll bet he'd STILL be in his room with the door locked, even after almost 100 days! Hahahaha.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Sorr-eeeeeee....

....I haven't written in you for a few days, Diary. I got ahold of some bad lobster the other night and I've been huggin' the commode and hopin' to die! Lordie, LORDIE!! There's a price to pay for all this high livin', that's for sure. When I lived in the hood I never got bad lobster!

Well, I'm better now anyway. I made all those servants bring me lots of ginger ale and other stuff to settle my stomach and now I'm ready to make up for lost time. I'm kinda' off lobster for the next couple days but there's always tenderloin and stuff that I deserve so I'll just switch to that I guess.

B-Man is workin' his skinny little rear end off on his "100 Days" speech. He says it feels more like 1,000 days he's been in this terrible job, but it's really only been 100. Heck, for me I think it's great, but then I don't have to go through all the torture he does...I just eat and drink and sleep and give a few speeches. Anyway, he's writing the whole speech himself so he can be "historic" (there's that word again..I hate it!!!): the first African American President to write his own 100-days speech. Yawn....I don't have a clue what'll be in it and really I don't care. I'll get an advanced copy from the teleprompter guys who type it in so B-Man doesn't make any mistakes but I doubt if I'll even read it even then. Television will be totally shot on Wednesday when he gives the speech...no matter what channel you turn to, there he'll be, smilin' and actin' serious and shuckin' and jivin', and lovin' the applause and cheers. From what I'm picking up around this place, B-Man's first 100 days have been a complete disaster and everyone is runnin' scared. Oh...forgot to mention, I don't know where he's going to be for this speech but it'll probably be in the Oval Office. All I know is I hated it when he addressed Congress and that idiot Pelosi, who sat right behind him, kept poppin' up and clappin' like a drunk monkey every time he said the slightest thing. By the time it was over I was surprised she didn't have her nose shoved right up his behind. Lordie, I cannot stand to even look at that white girl.

Oh...the dog. The press picked up that I said Stupid (aka Bo) is crazy. They made a joke about it but you know I really think he is. They said something about his chewing on people's feet...what they didn't know was about the dump on the towel and the pee on the picture incidents. If they knew how much I'd like that idiot dog to just wander off and never come back I'd have the SPCA and PETA and a bunch of other animal-lovin' freaks picketing the White House. But there's fat chance he'll ever do that because there's so much security around him every time he goes out; I guess they're afraid the Somali pirates will snatch him or something and hold him for ransom! One thing I do get a kick out of it watching those snooty Secret Service guys have to pick up Stupid's poo every time he drops a load. See, we can't have dog poo on the White House lawn or it would look bad for the nation. B-Man can kiss Hugo Chavez's rear end and bow to the Saudi king (and it WAS a bow...any fool could see that but I guess Bob Gibbs thinks he can just say it wasn't a bow and people will believe it) but no dog poo on the White House lawn! What's wrong with THAT picture?? Hahahaha. We sure live in some crazy times!

Speaking of crazy, won't that Somali pirate thing ever be put to rest? Evidently some email messages from some Navy guys got made public about how B-Man didn't react very fast and the Navy finally just had to over-ride him and shoot those sorry bastards. Well, it really is true...I told you before B-Man didn't have a clue what to do and wanted the FBI to keep negotiating with the pirates but the Navy captain on the ship gave the go-ahead when they pointed an AK47 at that guy's head, and those SEAL snipers blew them all away. Of course, B-Man had to act like it was his plan all along but in reality he was clueless....aaaaas usual! Well, it all turned out just fine and that's all that matters, right?

I have to go now, Diary, and get ready for whatever religious service B-Man has picked for us today. Honestly, one day he's Muslim and then one day he's Jewish and then one day he's Christian (even though we're not a Christian nation..remember?) and I just don't know what we'll be today. You want to know the truth? B-Man doesn't believe in God at all...or Allah...or any of those other people. He says we're our own gods and have to act like a god if we want to get ahead. I don't have a clue what he means by that but he was talking the other night about getting a tattoo on his foot that would say, "I Am God". I'm afraid he's losin' it...

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXOXO

Will It NEVER Stop???

B-Man says there's just no way this job is worth the money...no way. It's startin' to drive him completely crazy. He smokes like a chimney whenever there isn't a camera on him and he's put burn holes in all the carpets in the White House, especially in the Oval Office. When he stubs out a cigarette he doesn't use the ashtray...he just throws it down and crushes it with his foot. He says the taxpayers can buy him a new carpet when his is totally trashed because they owe that to him for what the job is doing to his head.

Here's the latest thing that makes him nuts: that torture thing that everyone is talking about. He says he just wishes it would go away like the pirate thing did. If he could call in the Navy SEALS and have them shoot somebody and solve it, I'm sure he would! He did the next best thing...put it on Eric Holder to decide. Honestly, B-Man is simply NOT good at making decisions! That pirate thing took him forever to figure out and when he finally told the Navy to kill the bad guys it was four days into the situation. He took some heat for that, and some tacky person somewhere started the rumor that the reason he waited so long was to make sure none of the pirates were related to him. Isn't that a childish thing to say?? Anyway, this torture thing is just a mess. He was ready to drop it but a bunch of his loony left-wing Bush-hatin' friends told him he had to take down anybody in the Bush administration that he could and teach them a lesson. I'm not sure what lesson it would teach them, but there's a whole lot of stuff I don't understand about what happens here in Washington. In fact, B-Man says it's the most confusing place he's ever lived and if it wasn't for his secretary and Rahm and other people who lead him around, he'd just go sit in a corner somewhere until it was time to eat the next meal. And he is serious, too!

Another thing I have to tell you, Diary....he's started drinking vodka in the middle of the day! I caught him in the bedroom yesterday sitting on the side of the bed in one of his $2,000 suits the taxpayers bought him, staring off into space with this glass of what looked like water, talking to himself. He was saying, "What have I got myself into?...what have I got myself into?"...over and over and over and he'd take a drink of the "water" every now and then. He didn't see me watching me but when he finally did I went over to him and he buried his head in my lap and said, "Michelle, I'm so scared...I'm so scared...", and he started crying. That's when I smelled the alcohol on his breath, even through that nasty cigarette smell. I'm tellin' you, Diary, he's about to crack. I don't know who is running this country but it sure isn't HIM! And he thought he wanted this job so bad and now he's stuck with it for the next almost four years. I'm beginning to hope he does something so outrageous that he'll get impeached and then we can leave. But heck, I don't know what that would be after Bill Clinton and that stunt with that intern and even THAT wasn't enough to get him out. Maybe B-Man would have to shoot somebody or something. I'm soooo tempted to send that copy I have of his birth certificate to the press...the one that shows he was born in Africa. That would probably get us back to Chicago but if he found out it was me, he'd kill me and then my girls wouldn't have a mommy. No...I guess we're pretty much stuck here.

And then there's Hillary. What an embarrassment to America. I swear, I saw her on television on a news conference the other day and her face looked like she was in one of those machines they put test pilots in where it goes around and around faster and faster and pretty soon their face is all pulled down and scary looking. I'm not sure she's getting any sleep at all because she looks worse than Barbara Bush and Barbara has about 30 years on her!! I'm not sure what's up with her since I avoid her every time I can. What I'm really afraid of is that Bill will be with her and he'll hit on me again like he did during the campaign. It was really uncomfortable then and I'm not sure how I'd handle it now, except to turn him down, of course. I swear, he's such a horn-dog I don't know how Hillary puts up with him. I heard Dennis Miller say that Hillary has been cheated on more often than a blind woman playing Scrabble with the gypsies. Isn't that funny???!!!! Oh, speaking of people on television, I got a glimpse of that Henry Waxman talking about something and that guy gets worse looking every DAY!! Rush calls him "Nostrildamus" and I can see why....I'll bet you could put a golf ball up his nose and he's never even notice. Hahahhaa.....I'm killin' myself today.

Well, let's see....my schedule is pretty light today. I'm going to a wine tasting and then I'm going to read some books to little kids and then it'll be time for my lunch and afternoon nap and then I'll have my nails and hair done with taxpayer money and then it'll be supper time and then some toddies and then off to bed. Just another day in paradise. I can't wait to get out of here, and don't even get me started on that evil dog of ours. I hate that creature.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Sigh

My, my, MY. B-Man and I have decided he’s in charge of a nation with almost no sense at all, and of course, he’s not helpin’ much with that since I truly believe he’s losin’ his marbles, but really….all this stink about some beauty queen saying she thinks marriage should be between a man and a woman?? Even B-Man, who believes some really really really really REALLY strange things believes that’s right. But all those old gay and lesbian weirdo’s just won’t let it go. Heck, that stupid beauty queen judge asked that girl her OPINION and then when she gave it he ragged on her on his blog . If you ask somebody their opinion, then you get what you get! My momma used to say, “Don’t ask the question if you can’t live with the answer”, and I think that Spanish guy just couldn’t live with the answer. By the way, is he a fruitcake? Just asking.

Speaking of fruitcakes, B-Man has gotten yet another fruitcake idea in his rapidly-graying head: he thinks we should learn to speak Russian AND Spanish so we can talk to the leaders of other countries! Isn’t that the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard?? He wanted to learn whatever language those people speak in Iran but he talked to somebody who knows about it and they said we couldn’t learn that language because our throats just aren’t made right for it. Have you ever heard them talk over there?? Mercy, it’s the strangest thing you’ll ever hear…they click and slurp and rattle their tongues around in their mouths like cows eating hay but somehow they get their ideas across to each other. At least I guess they do since I can’t understand a word they’re saying. And their alphabet looks like a bunch of sticks and stuff….like drawings from a kindergarten class. No wonder they live in mud huts and eat camel poo and have those towels on their heads and long robes even in that incredible HEAT!

So anyway, these two boxes from UPS show up in our bedroom and B-Man tells me to open them and they have “Rosetta Stone - Spanish” and” Rosetta Stone - Russian” inside them. Then he makes me load them on my laptop and give them a whirl. Honestly, I don’t have the time to learn one language, much less two. He says we can’t let our brains stagnate just because we’re livin’ in the White House and eating free food and all. I asked him if he didn’t use his brain enough in his job to keep it active and he said he doesn’t use his brain at ALL in his job…..he lets Pelosi and Reid and Rahm run things so he pretty much doesn’t have to think. He said he tried getting a handle on everything when he first got in office but it was waaaaaay beyond him and gave him terrific headaches, so he quit fighting and just rolled with it. He says he’s really looking forward to campaigning for his re-election in 2012 since he’s so good at it. He asked Rahm if he thought beginning his campaign this summer would be too soon, and Rahm said it would be a little too soon. B-Man was just crushed with that answer but he trusts Rahm and does everything he says, but B-Man told me he’s starting to write his campaign speeches and isn’t telling Rahm about it.

B-Man sits in the Oval Office every day and people come in and talk to him but they don’t know he’s just sitting there writing his speeches…they think he’s taking notes! Then when the people leave, B-Man gets Rahm’s opinion and that’s what he does, so he doesn’t even have to listen to the people while they’re talking! And that’s pretty much what he does with his day…sits there and listens and then gets Rahm’s opinion and then does that. Oh….he signs stuff, too. He told me he doesn’t have a clue what he’s signing but if it’s in his in-box and needs a signature, he signs it. One time Rahm tricked him and put a document in there that said B-Man authorized Joe Biden to be President and he’d be the Vice President, and B-Man went right ahead and signed it. They had a good laugh over that one and Joe wanted to keep the document as a souvenir but Rahm said no and shredded it in that shredding machine he has that he seems to put a whole lot of stuff in. Honestly, he empties that little plastic hamper under it a couple times a day. Once I asked him what was in it and he said, “Our past…we can’t afford for anyone to know the details!” Then he laughed that really scary laugh he uses when he acts like that other person he has inside him. B-Man is so scared of Rahm, probably because of that other person. I’m not afraid of him, though. He got pushy with me once and I got right in his face and told him he did NOT want to mess with me because I’d smack him down so hard he’d hear Reverend Wright’s voice in his head forever. He got this really strange look on his face and began to whimper like a little puppy. I had to give him some hot tea to calm him down, but he stays away from me pretty much now.

Oh, Lordie…I just looked at my schedule for today and it looks like I’m meeting some animal lover’s group at one o’clock. Since we’ve gotten Stupid The Dog, I’ve been growing less and less fond of animals. I don’t know what I’ll say to these people, but maybe I’ll just talk about how much I love to eat beef and they’ll cut the meeting short and go away. I’ve found out if I get tired of seeing people I can just drop some word-bomb and they scoot out of the room as fast as possible. Like when I asked that big-wig Catholic guy what they did with the pop-beads they carried around all the time. He started coughing and said he had to go take his medicine. Go figure.

Well, I’m getting tired and have to go do another Rosetta Stone lesson.

Hasta La Vista
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Those B-Man Pecs!!!

Well, FINALLY something that makes B-Man happy!! He's been in such a nasty mood lately I hardly like to be around him. But here we go with some good news: his "pec picture" is going to be on the May cover of "Washingtonian"!! He's so proud of that picture and the good job the artists did with Photoshop to make his pecs look so cut. I shouldn't tell you this, Diary, and if it gets out I do believe he'll divorce me, but his pecs don't look ANYTHING like that. In fact, he pretty much doesn't even HAVE any pecs.

He does bench presses and push-ups and all kinds of evil exercises but it doesn't seem to help. He asked the White House doctor what was wrong with him and the doctor told him his problem is low testosterone levels that keep his muscles from getting bigger. So no matter how much he works out and sweats and stuff it won't help. I guess that's why he only has to shave his face about once a week. Honestly I think that's why he's afraid of Rahm...because Rahm has this heavy beard and likes to flaunt how much he needs a shave to B-Man!

But anyway, there he is on the cover of that magazine!! He can't wait until he can walk down the street (not that he can do much of that any more) and see his face on all the covers on all the magazine stands! He simply cannot get enough of himself and there is no such thing as over-exposure with him. Oh...I forgot to mention...we have not one, not two, but THREE display cases in our bedroom now filled with all kinds of stuff with his picture on it: coffee cups, drinking glasses, plates, key chains, ash trays, water bottles, koozies, t-shirts, bobble-heads, hats, the list just goes on and on. Every time he sees another one he has to buy it and put it on display. I'm afraid we're going to run out of room because I'm sure before we get kicked out of here there will be a bunch more display cases in the room. I think I'm going to suggest we hang the little things from fishing line from the ceiling, like stars, so they won't take up any floor space. That would be kinda' cool, don't you think?

One thing I don't like about that magazine thing, though. One of the articles is called, "Our Neighbor Is Hot", meaning the B-Man since Washington thinks of him as a neighbor...which I think is kind of presumptuous. We are NOT neighbors of these thugs and criminals that live in this city: we're royalty, we're special, we're the President and First Lady. The nerve of them to think we're their neighbors. Heck, if we could live someplace nicer, like San Diego or France or something and still do the job, we'd do that. Let's face it, Washington is worse than Chicago. People get killed and mugged and smacked down here faster than Pelosi heads to California on the weekends. No way we'd stay here if we didn't have to! "Neighbors", my rosy rear end!! But back to that "hot" comment. I don't appreciate people lookin' at my man and thinking he's hot. I have a hard enough time keepin' his eyes on ME without that magazine puttin' thoughts in his head that he's hot. I'm not gonna' act like Hillary did with Bill if B-Man starts messin' around on me, believe me. I'll make such a fuss that he'll never be able to look me in the eye again. So America needs to get rid of that "our President is hot" idea....for good!!

Oh, did I ever hear a scandal and if this one gets out who knows what will happen! It seems that Barney Frank threw this big party and invited Pelosi and Harry Reid and some other people from Congress and it turned into some kind of orgy. From what I'm told, Barney actually put a little pony saddle on Harry and rode him around and around the room, slapping his rear end with a rolled up newspaper and shouting, "On Harry, on Harry...FASTER, FASTER!!!" When I heard that I thought I'd die laughing. Only I guess it wasn't so funny because Harry isn't exactly a young man and he got some chest pains and they had to quit the game. Plus his sides were all cut up from Barney's spurs. Pelosi started doing Jello shots and ended up swinging from this chandelier and barking like a dog. I really do believe she's nuts in the head and when I heard that it just confirmed what I thought. Then they had this keraoke contest and as it turns out, Pelosi couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Evidently she doesn't sing...she howls...and it hurt people's ears and some really good wine glasses actually exploded when she hit some of the high notes. When she sang, "Stairway To Heaven" she pretty much cleared the room and it sort of broke up the party. Barney was the host of the party but he didn't even see his guests to the door because he'd gone off somewhere to do nasty stuff with one of the caterers who was a real cowboy, evidently. That man is so disgusting I don't even like to be in the same room. Harry spent the night on the couch popping nitro pills, and I guess he was luck to make it until morning. You won't read any of this stuff in the newspapers because they keep it all hush-hush, but I heard there were some photos taken on cell-phones that should get some people some sweet rewards for keeping them out of the tabloids. Washington...what a city!!

Well, I guess I'd better go now. Busy day ahead what with a big lunch and then my nap and then supper! Whoo-eee...I do love this White House gig!!

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

B-Man's Upset AGAIN!!!

I'm tellin' you, Diary, B-Man is about to lose it. Every day it's something else and he's just not built to take criticism. When we were in Chicago everyone loved him and he was always told what a great guy he was, but now it's gotten to the point that he just hates to see Bob Gibbs because he knows it's gonna' be bad news of some sort. The press beats him up...after all the money B-Man gave those newspapers and television stations during the campaign to not print anything about Bill Ayers or Reverend Wright or any of the other thugs B-Man hung with, and they're STILL mean to him!!! It just isn't fair...it's not.

The latest thing is this "Obama Toilet Paper" thing. It was sooo funny when Bush's face was on it and I have to tell you a secret....B-Man actually used some of it one time and laughed for a week over it. He kept saying, "Boy, I sure fixed that Dubbya, didn't I?" He'd just chuckle and giggle and I finally had to tell him to let it go, that it wasn't really all that funny. Well he sure doesn't think it's so funny NOW!

Somewhere he saw a picture of his face on the paper and had to go hide and smoke about a zillion cigarettes before he settled down. He's got high blood pressure, you know....well, you probably don't know because his medical records stay hidden along with his birth certificate and all. Heck, if America found out all the stuff he's hiding, a moving van would pull up to the White House tomorrow and we'd be hustled back to Chicago and "Joe The Idiot" would be the new president of the United States of America, U.S.A. So that's why he has to hide everything.

Well, anyway, he DOES have high blood pressure which is just one of the reasons I want him to quit smoking but he just won't. I'm afraid he'll have the big one sometime in the next 3+ years, which would probably make Rush Limbaugh and all those other conservative freaks just as happy as clams. And it won't take many more things like the toilet paper to push him over the top.

Well, do you want to know the latest thing that Bo The Dog (aka "Stupid") did? Do you really want to know? I hate to even tell you this one because B-Man doesn't know about it and if he finds out there'll be hell to pay. You know that picture they put in the newspaper of B-Man in the ocean in Hawaii and made all those comments about his pecs? He loved it so much he had an 8 x 10 of it printed and autographed it to himself and put it on the nightstand right next to his pillow. He told me he loves it that the very first thing he does in the morning is just roll over and see that picture of himself. So what does Stupid do sometime during the day? Well, he gets up on the bed, takes the picture in his mouth (I'm assuming that because there are teeth marks all over the frame), breaks the glass, and pees on it!!! The pee soaked right through the broken glass and ruined the picture!! I was disgusted when I saw B-Man's beautiful pecs all soaked with dog pee!

I had another one printed really quick and tried to copy B-Man's signature and all the stuff he wrote on it about how he loves himself and all, and I just hope it passes inspection. I'm sure B-Man won't ever think that it's a fake, but if he finds out it's gonna' be a hard one to explain. I'll probably tell him that one of our slaves...oops, I mean servants....must have taken the real one as a souvenir and put the fake one in it's place, hoping he wouldn't notice. That might actually make him feel good because he has to be constantly told how special he is and how everyone loves him and how he's so "historic" (if I hear that word one more time I'm gonna' scream!!). But hopefully he won't even notice since he doesn't notice much of anything these days. But here's the bottom line: Stupid has now pooped on the towel I stole from Buckingham Palace and peed on B-Man's picture. The only thing left for him to do is puke on something and he'll have covered all his fluids....well, not all of them but after he's fixed that'll take care of the last one. I'm beginning to think he was trained by the Republicans to sabotage our stuff and try to make us lose our minds. If so, he's doing a pretty good job. I've told our servants to keep Stupid out of our bedroom but they're dumber than ACORN volunteers and can't seem to remember to close the door. Besides, the turnover in our servants is incredible....they work a couple days, see how crazy and unreasonable B-Man is, and quit. So there are new ones constantly coming in and I guess they just don't get the word about the dog and the bedroom. Oh well.....

Let's see what else is happening. Hmmmm....well, that handshake with Chavez is still in the newspapers and even a bunch of Democrats are starting to wonder if B-Man isn't a little un-glued. I mean, this Chavez guy is one bad dude...he's killed all kinds of people and there's even word out that he's a child molester, but B-Man still thinks it's important that he pretends to be friends with him. There's talk about how B-Man is hurting America by acting like he's everybody's friend, even the nut-cases that run some of the other countries, but B-Man does want everyone to like him and he'll sell out America to be liked...he even told me that. Plus he doesn't really believe Iran is such a bad country or North Korea is such a bad country, or even Russia. He says it's all just a bunch of stuff to scare us. He even told me, in confidence, he thinks George Bush had the Twin Towers blown up so he could start a war with Iraq and take all their oil. But he hasn't taken all their oil so that doesn't make sense, does it? Well, a lot of what B-Man says these days doesn't make much sense...I told you the pressure is really getting to him. He's pretty much told Pelosi (who he just hates) and Rahm (who scares him) and Barney (who gives him the creeps because he's a homo and all) and Harry (who smells like an old wool sweater) to just run the country and do whatever they want. All HE wants to do is travel and keep campaigning for the rest of his first and final term.

Well, that's enough for today, Diary. I have to go eat lunch now...lobster and lots of champaign!! Then it's nap time and shower time and then it's supper time and the day's over! I just love living here in the White House..it's the easiest job I've ever had, and I don't have to lift a finger!

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Ooooo, Lordie!

It’s been the week from HELL, I tell you, Diary. I know I haven’t written for a long time but I’ve been busier than an ACORN worker on the south side of town during the presidential election! What’s going on in my life, you ask? Well, I’m gonna’ tell you, honey.

First there’s this stupid dog we got. B-Man said we had to get a dog so that when something really bad happened somewhere in the world, or when Robert Gibbs shoved his foot in his mouth AGAIN, we could just have the dog appear somewhere where the photographers could see him and that would take all the stupid Americans’ minds off whatever it was that happened. There have been more pictures take of Bo (that’s what B-Man named him….I think it’s stupid but he liked the sound of “Bo Obama”, but he calls him “Bo-bama”. Dumb.) than of ME, and I don’t like that one bit. The other reason we had to get this dog is so when B-Man gets rid of one his famous gas bubbles he can blame it on Bo. I know the truth, of course, because I’ve lived with B-Man so long I know his habits and I know when a bubble is coming, depending on what he’s been eating. So anyway, I’ve been having to deal with Stupid…that’s what I call Bo….and it’s wearin’ me OUT!

Two days ago you won’t believe what happened. Remember when we were in Europe for that conference a while back where B-Man apologized for America and bowed to that Arab guy and everyone here got so excited? Well, if you’ll recall, I got to meet the queen..…remember? While we were visiting her I had to use the bathroom on account of all the rich food I’d pigged out on the night before….whoooo, I was about to explode! So anyway, while I was in the bathroom I stole one of the little hand towels and put it in my purse. Hey, why not? They probably have zillions of ‘em and I’ll bet everyone who visits takes one or two home. They have this neat little crest embroidered on them and under it are the words, “Property Of Buckingham Palace. If Found, Please Return To The Queen.” I wanted to take some other stuff but I didn’t think ahead to bring my really big “stealin’ purse”. So anyway, a couple days ago I was looking at that towel and left it on the floor of the bedroom by mistake, and BO TOOK A DUMP ON IT!!!! I came in the bedroom to touch up my makeup and there it was…a big, steamin’ pile of digested “Iams Indoor Formula”, right there on the towel. Bo was nowhere to be seen, of course, and my first thought was B-Man had put one of those fake rubber dog poops on the towel just to trick me….he loves those kinds of things. We’re always gettin’ packages from Spencer’s Gifts addressed to him and he won’t show me what’s in the boxes…it drives me CRAZY! So that’s what I thought at first…B-Man had played a little trick on me. But when I reached down to pick it up, my fingers just sank right into it!! It wasn’t rubber at all!!!! I’d just had my nails done and I was so disgusted I practically scrubbed them off with a brush and some soap and Lysol. If I could have gotten ahold of that stupid dog’s throat right then and there, I’d have squeezed it harder than the queen squeezed my booty.

So what was I supposed to do with that towel?? If I put it in the dirty clothes hamper, then the Royal Launderess or whatever that lady who washes all our clothes calls herself would know I’d stolen it what with the words on it and all, and she’d probably have told all the other servants we have and one of them would have sold the information to the press and then it would have gotten to the queen and probably caused an international incident, which B-Man certainly doesn’t need at THIS point of his practically blown presidency! So I did the only thing I could do…after shaking the poop into the toilet I put the towel in a plastic trash bag and threw it away. I was SO pissed at that dog…probably the only towel I’d ever have from Buckingham Palace (since we probably won’t ever be invited back) had to be thrown away like a used Kleenex. I don’t know if Stupid’s been fixed yet, but if he hasn’t I’m going to whine and pout until B-Man agrees we should have his cajones removed. That’s small payback for messing up my towel, but at least every time I see him from the rear after it’s done and see that empty space under his tail I’ll get some satisfaction….plus it probably hurts like hell and he deserves to be hurt. Back home where I’m from if a dog did something like that he'd end up in the Chicago River, but we have to act all civilized and righteous now, what with B-Man’s position and all.

So what else has been happening to keep me so busy? Oh, yeah….I was stuck here while B-Man went to some stupid meeting in Trinidad and shook hands with that Chavez guy and that caused a big stink. Chavez is the boss of one of those countries and has a lot of oil and likes the Russians so B-Man said he thought it would be a good idea if we were friends with all of them. Of course all the photographers took pictures and all the conservatives got excited and said that Chavez, who had called B-Man and “idiot” just a couple weeks ago, wasn’t really being a friend but guess what? B-Man told me that just before the picture was taken he’d gone to the bathroom and DIDN’T WASH HIS HANDS!! So the joke is on Chavez because B-Man shook hands with him and gave him germs!! If that ever gets out, Chavez will probably have his hand cut off or something since those people down there believe in all kinds of voodoo and stuff. Luckily I didn’t have to go to that conference but I’m always nervous when B-Man’s away and I don’t sleep well because I’m afraid some loony will grab him and hold him for ransom or something like those pirates did in Salami, or what ever the name of that country is. I know he’s got all that security and stuff but I’m still afraid something will happen like in those Boerne movies where people drop out of the sky. It could happen..it could.

Ooooohhhh, how could I almost forget??? That Jewish Seder thing that B-Man thought would be nice for us to have at Easter!! Oh….my…..gosh. He went to one when he was campaigning and thought it was just so neat and all so here we go again with another of his hair-brained ideas. I guess he thought that having one of those things in the White House would make Israel happy and get him back some support from them after he said he wanted to talk to Iran, but how in the world will we know if it worked or not?? All I know is it took FOREVER and I’ve never seen such a bunch of mumbo-jumbo. B-Man said it was all symbolic of the stuff the Jews believe in but I don’t have a clue. We sat around this table with all these weird foods in little bowls….parsley and salty water and some kind of relish stuff with apples in it and HORSERADISH!!!...can you believe that???....and those big huge burnt crackers with absolutely NO flavor in them. And that absolutely worst wine I’ve ever had…it was too sweet and didn’t have any kind of kick to it, not that we got to drink that much of it anyway. We read all this stuff out of little booklets and there were songs and then we broke those crackers apart and ate them and then we ate the parsley dipped in salt water and then read some more and then ate another cracker dipped in the horseradish and drank some wine and it just went on…..and on…..and on….and on……until I almost went crazy. I had to get up and go to the bathroom a couple of times just to stretch my legs and get away from it all, and every time I came back I was hoping it would be over, but noooooo….more crackers and wine and songs and reading stuff and oh my gosh. I guess the Jews did all that because they had a lot of time on their hands wandering around in the desert (or is it dessert? I can never remember how to spell that silly word!) but personally I have a pretty busy schedule and can’t afford four hours of whatever you call that. Finally it was over and I'm telling you one thing...if B-Man doesn't get impeached and we're still her next Easter and he decides we should have another Seder thing, I'm going to fake cramps and just stay in bed!!

So that’s about it…the dog and the conference and the Seder. I won’t even go into the Easter Egg Roll because I’m getting tired. But I do have a confession to make….when I first heard about it I thought it was the Easter Eggroll….like that Chinese food!! I thought we were going to go and eat eggrolls for Easter!! Isn’t that a scream?? I couldn’t figure out how that tradition ever got started since the Chinese have a different New Years than us and probably don’t even believe in Easter. But it turned out to be an egg roll. All I’m going to say about that is it was a pain in the butt and I’m so sick of eating boiled eggs and deviled eggs and egg salad from all the leftover eggs that I finally had to tell the kitchen pukes not to even let me SEE another egg until the 4th of July!

Gotta’ go.
Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXO

It's Good To Be Home, But.....

.....B-Man is starting to get what I'm calling "The White House Blues". He really doesn't like it here any more. He told me he had NO idea the kind of work he'd have to do if he got elected. He says it's really, really hard and most of the time he doesn't have a clue what's going on. But I've told you that already. Oh...and you absolutely have to keep this a secret...he finally admitted that George Bush did one heck of a job as President but the Bush-haters were too stupid to realize it. He's so afraid there's going to be another terrorist attack in the United States while he's President and he'll get blamed for it. He hardly sleeps at all any more.

What with this latest pirate thing and Hillary calling the pirates "criminals", which implies they have all the rights that go along with criminals, instead of terrorist thugs which is what they are...well...the press is jumping on the bandwagon again. Honestly, they just pick on any little word and won't let it go. It was o.k. when Slick Willie got into that "What is 'is' " routine because he was a Democrat and the press loved him, but now those same reporters are knocking Hillary. Plus B-Man doesn't have a clue about what to do with those pirates, which is why he hasn't said Jack squat about it. He's hoping it'll be settled somehow and it'll just go away...maybe Hillary can even fix it, but he's not too hopeful about that. B-Man says she's a total ditzoid and every time he sees her and her little "lemon-sucking mouth", he says he feels physically ill. But he had to put her in that office or Bill would have been furious with him and who knows what might have happened: he said he didn't want to end up like Vince Foster, whoever that is. All I know is he's really scared of Bill because he says Bill Clinton has done some things that would have landed the average American in prison for life, sort of like that Kennedy guy who drowned his intern...I can't remember his name.

So there's that pirate thing, and the budget thing, and all the Tea Parties going on, and all the hoo-rah about the economy, and Nancy Pelosi, and Barny Frank, and Harry Reid, and Tim Geithner The Tax Cheat, Rush Limbaugh and Gleen Beck and Ann Coulter and Sean Hannity and now the numbers on that poll thing that tell us how much everybody loves B-Man are going DOWN. He says he doesn't care about it because he doesn't work for the American people and most of them, especially the ones who voted for him, are idiots, but I'll tell you a secret....he has a little chart on the inside of his closet door and he tracks those numbers. I dread it when he opens that door because when he sees that chart it always puts him in a really bad mood and he smokes like a ton of cigarettes and mutters things like, "How can they NOT love me???", and "Don't they understand I'm an historic President???", and "This job is really, really hard...don't they know that?" It's breaks my heart to see him like that but I don't know what to do except to smile and dress real nice and hope it helps people start liking him again. If the numbers keep going down I'm honestly afraid he might do something to harm himself, that's how much I think he cares about it.

Oh....my....gosh. I have to bring up one more unpleasant thing: Robert Gibbs, the White House Press Secretary. B-Man is just about to can him, I'm telling you. B-Man thought Gibbs would get better with time but he's not...he's getting WORSE! Now when the press asks him a tough question, like "How can you possibly say that when the President bent over from the waist until his back was parallel with the ground, it wasn't a bow??", Robert gets visibly pissed and comes back with some smarty-pants answer. Honestly, I don't know why they don't just admit that B-Man bowed because he thought it was appropriate and let it go at that. But nooooo, Gibbs has to pretend that all of American didn't see what all of America saw. Who CARES???? But it just shows that he'll say anything, even if it's a big huge lie. So B-Man is starting to get really tired of Gibbs and his inability to make a complete sentence, and his 1950's glasses, and that little hank of greasy hair that falls down on his bald forehead, and the way he sweats when he's on the hot seat, and his arrogant attitude because he's the hoity-toity Press Secretary. Oh...and the reporters are really liking it when he gets upset, which he does a LOT now.

Well, I'm getting tired of writing all this stuff. Why can't we just go back to Chicago and live the lives we did before B-Man got this crazy idea about being President? He hates it, and I hate seeing him hate it, and now it appears more and more of the country is hating him. Well, only a couple more years and we can leave here. Oh...one other thing....B-Man has another chart on his closet door that shows the number of days left for him to be President. He says he's not going to run again and I can tell he loves marking those days off. Well, 2012 can't come too soon for both of us.

(Sigh)

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXOX

Ze Bow, Ze Bow!

Lord have mercy, have you ever heard such a stink about a stupid bow? Look, B-Man doesn't bow to anybody, not John McCain, not Reverend Wright (well, maybe a little to him), and certainly not the king of whatever that raghead country was. Here's the truth: the night before the bowing incident was "Mexican Night" on Air Force One. One of the 500 people we brought with us on the trip was Lupe Hastalavista, the best cooker of Mexican food on the planet. She outdid herself, even in that little airplane kitchen. B-Man kinda' overdid it with the burritos and I have to admit, when he knocks back the kind of food he did that night we all pay for it big-time! Thank goodness we spent the night in a hotel away from everyone. Even though I had to suffer through his gas attacks, the others were spared.

So he gets up, drinks some coffee and orange juice, and heads off to see the king. Just before he went in to greet the guy, this huge, painful gas bubble popped up in his gut and there was just no way he could possibly control it. He figured what he'd do was bend over just a little....just a little....and let the burrito fumare sneak out. I don't know how often those Arab people take baths but B-Man said he figured nobody in the room would even notice the addition to the stench so that's what he did. He wasn't bowing to the king....he really wasn't. He was bowing to the Mexican food!!

So the press gets ahold of it and makes such a big deal out of it, but now the truth is out so everybody can just relax and talk about something else. Like what's been going on here while we were gone. And believe me, this place just went nuts the whole time we were gone. That nut-case Pelosi wrote B-Man up this long list of things she wants to do and put it on B-Man's desk for his signature when he got back. I do believe she's got a brain tumor or something and B-Man gets so mad at her he just goes and plays basketball to let off steam. He says if he doesn't do that he's afraid he'll wrap his big, long half-black fingers around her neck and just squeeze until the normally dead look in her eyes becomes an even deader look. He's serious, too!

So she writes up this list and here are a couple of the things she wants:
1) She wants to be formally designated as "Princess Pelosi". Conservative talk radio has nicknamed her that and she's started liking it, so that's what she wants people to call her, even in the House and Senate. Can you believe that????

2) She wants B-Man to tell Barney Frank that she's officially his boss and he has to do what she tells him to do. She hates Barney because he ignores her and she knows he hates her, too, and it drives her nuts. I guess she thinks if she's his boss she can cut him down to size. B-Man says the truth is that Barney is so stupid he wouldn't even care if she was his boss and he'd still do as he pleased.

3) This is the cruncher...this is the one that made B-Man go play basketball for almost an hour and come back sweating like a Christmas hog: she wants her own jet airplane...one of her very own assigned to her 24/7, and SHE WANTS HER NAME PAINTED ON THE SIDE OF IT!!! She said she wants it to be called the "Pelosi Express" and she wants a picture of her face painted on it, too. She said she needs a G-IV because she needs the room for all her clothes and her friends and stuff. This way she won't have to borrow one from the Air Force all the time. In the paper she says those Air Force people are starting to be really rude to her because she's so demanding and she's just tired of putting up with all their guff.

Well, you can imagine how all this went over with the B-Man. He took this big red magic marker and wrote, "Get Serious!!" across the paper and had it sent back to her. So I guess any pretense of playing nice between them is totally over now. Honestly, that woman needs to be put out to pasture but the cows would probably protest! Hahahah....I just made that one up!

So now that the big G-20 trip is over, B-Man has his staff on the lookout for where we can go next. He totally doesn't get this "working at the White House" business because he says he really doesn't have a clue about what he's supposed to do, but man, he loves to travel and talk to big crowds of people about how nice he is and how sorry he is for America being such a bad country and how he's going to change it and make nice with everyone. THAT'S what he's really best at, that's for sure!

Oh..one more thing...there's supposed to be some big deal on tax day...April 15th. A whole bunch of idiot Americans are going to have what they're calling "Tea Parties" to protest the high taxes and spending that B-Man is pushing through. He says I should just ignore them like he's going to do. He says he wouldn't care if they held the protests in our bedroom, he's still gonna' tax the rich people until they bleed and give all the money to the poor people so they'll like him more and vote for him next election. So that's that.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Nice Trick, B-Man...Nice Trick!

So picture this: I crawl into that great Air Force One bed in my little nightie with visions of landing in the United States and getting to see my girls in just a few hours. The next thing I know, B-Man is shaking me and telling me I need to get up and get dressed because we've landed in IRAQ!!!!! I was right in the middle of this incredible dream where I was swimming in this huge pool filled with champagne and somebody was feeding me pieces of lobster on the end of this long pole so I didn't even need to use my hands to eat them...I'd just open my mouth and the lobster would fall in it. So when B-Man shakes me I'm not particularly happy he's ruined that great dream, and then I find out he lied to me and we're not in the United States at all. He told me we were in Baghdad and I didn't even know where that was until he said, "It's in Iraq, you fool." He never talks to me that way unless he's scared, which I've only seen him be a couple times...once when that dog from next door had him cornered in the back yard because he thought he was a robber.

So anyway I asked him what his problem was and he said he was scared to death somebody was going to blow his sorry rear end up with one of those bombs they hide by the side of the road. I'm tellin' you, he was PETRIFIED! I told him the Commander In Chief of all the armed forces should try to be just a little braver and he said I was right but he couldn't help it. You're not gonna' believe this next part...I looked closely at him and there was this big dark spot on the front of his pants. That's right...he'd peed himself he was so scared. So I told him he'd better put on some fresh britches after a quick shower unless he wanted to smell like that last place we visited in Turkey.

So here's what happened in Baghdad: B-Man went to talk to some troops and I stayed with the plane. They let me go out onto the runway where I was surrounded by all these hot guys in uniform who had REAL GUNS that were loaded and ready to shoot. That scared ME a little because B-Man and I hate guns and he told me he'd do everything in his power while he was President to make it illegal for Americans to own guns. Anyway, as soon as I got outside to get some fresh air I was practically covered with the nastiest flies I've ever seen. They landed in my hair and on my face and all over my body. I asked one of the soldiers what in the world they were and he said, "They're flies, ma'am. You get used to them when you live here." Well, I'm telling you I had no desire to get used to them so I scampered right back on the plane, but not before I took a deep breath of "fresh" air. Ha, that was a joke! The air in that country is so full of nasty smells I can't begin to describe it. If you took a bucket and put poop in it from about twenty different kinds of animals and then poured ditch water in it and put a lid on it and left it in the sun for about a week, and then stuck your head in it and took a breath, THAT'S what it smelled like. I practically ran back up that ladder into the plane and didn't come out again!

Later when B-Man got back I asked him what he'd done and he said he'd talked to some soldiers about how proud he was of them and what a great job they'd done but now it was time to give Iraq back to the Iraqski's or whatever they call themselves so we can put our troops in Afghanistan and catch that Bin Laden guy. I asked B-Man who he met and he didn't remember. He doesn't know anything about the military since he was never in it and has real problems with all the patches and badges and stuff they wear on their uniforms. He told me the only thing he knows about their ranks is that stars are the most important things so he pays attention to what people with stars say and pretty much ignores everyone else because they're not important enough to even talk to him. He says that when they talk to him he just says, "I'm proud of you and so are the American people". After he says that over and over to them they quit talking to him and go away. Heck, to me this whole President job is a snap.

So we take off from Baghdad and there are immediately these Air Force fighter airplanes flying right NEXT to us! It was really cool...I could see the pilots through those clear bubbles that cover where they sit, and they could see me! We made faces at each other and I was tempted to flash one of them just to give him something to tell his grandchildren about but there are cameras everywhere all the time and it would have not looked good on Fox News, would it? Hahahah....but I was really tempted. Since I couldn't do that I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and swirled it around like I was licking the inside of an ice cream cone. That pilot made his wings go up and down when I did that and we both got a good laugh!

So now we're on the way back to the United States. I made B-Man cross his heart and hope to die when he told me that. I don't want any more tricks like that Baghdad one, I'm tellin' you! I'm tired of traveling and ready to be back in the United States!

All in all I guess it wasn't too bad a trip. I got to meet the queen and the leader of France and his wife (I can't remember their names) and drink gallons and gallons of champagne and stuff my face with all the free food and wear some neat clothes and listen to the cheers of all the people who love us over there. And the time really went quickly even though B-Man said it dragged on and on, but I think that was just because he was so afraid somebody would ask him a question he hadn't studied for and he'd look stupid like that idiot Press Secretary that works for him.

Well, I'm turning in as soon as I knock back the rest of this bottle of champagne. You know, it's starting to take almost a bottle of it to even give me a buzz. Do you think that's bad?

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Hot Doggies!!! We're Headin' Home!!

Whew....finally this miserable trip is over! Well, it's not quite over but we're heading for Air Force One and as far as I'm concerned that's the official end of it. Once I get my boo-tay on that plane I'm in heaven, but I've told you all that before. You know the best thing about the plane? I mean besides all the free food and champagne and all? The BED!! While everyone else is trying to sleep in those uncomfortable seats or they're having to stay up to fly the plane or whatever, we're racked out in a California King with nice crispy sheets and soundproof walls. Man, sleepin' in that plane is like sleepin' in a boat with nice gentle rocking and all. Of course it doesn't hurt that I've usually knocked back a couple bottles of the bubbly before I turn in, but still it's one great sleepin' bed.

Let's see if there's anything interesting to talk about. Hmmmm....well....B-Man and I toured some church in Istanbul for what seemed like hours yesterday. They made us take our shoes off so we wouldn't dishonor the gods or something, so B-Man wandered around in his socks and I just wore my hose....which were totally trashed by the time we finished the tour. Honestly, I had runs all the way up to my crotch and my feet were super nasty from the floor. You may have to take your shoes off but nobody thought a thing about throwing cigarette butts and trash on the floor...which I STEPPED ON a lot. It was disgusting. Speaking of disgusting, you should have seen the bathrooms in that place!! They were just these slits in the floor that you had to squat over, and evidently the women didn't know how to aim very well. So there I am with no shoes on standing in other peoples' old pee trying to hold my nose with one hand and my dress with the other. But there was no way around it unless I just wanted to have an accident. When I got back to the hotel I put my feet in the tub for about an hour with all kinds of soap and stuff.

So that was about all we did. Of course we met a bunch of people and acted really polite and friendly. B-Man met with some of the Turkish leaders for a while. I saw them and they looked like they should have been out herding goats or something but I guess they were important enough to talk to B-Man. Frankly I haven't been impressed with any of the countries we've visited yet except for France. Man, I LOVE France!!! It's beautiful and the food is fantastic and I just like to hear those French people talk even though I'm clueless about what they're saying. Hee hee.

So we're heading home and then I guess B-Man might have to actually do some work. He hardly does anything at all, work-wise, I have to be honest with you. He's a really good campaigner and speech-reader and all but he doesn't do much of anything for real work. He just lets other people do it, like Nancy Pelosi and Tim Geithner and Rahm. I heard him tell them one time, "Look, my job was to get us into power..now you guys have to run the country while I act important and smart", so that's what he does.

Well, I'm starting to get sleepy now so maybe it's time to catch a cat-nap. Maybe I'll write more later.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXOX

Now We're In Turkey!!

I don't know who scheduled this trip but I'm telling you, we are going to some really strange countries. Heck, until we touched down in Air Force One I didn't even know where Turkey was!! Except for that big bird on our dinner table at Thanksgiving...I knew about that one. Well, it turns out Turkey is stuck between Syria and Bulgaria and for the life of me I don't understand why we're here. When I asked B-Man he said it was because Turkey is a Moslem country and he wants to be the first black president to visit a Moslem country.

Frankly I'm getting tired of B-Man and his fixation on being the first black president to do this, or the first black president to do that. Let's face it...no matter WHAT he does, he's the first black president to do it. I'll give you a perfect example of how carried away he's gotten: before we left on this god-forsaken trip, we were standing on the balcony off our bedroom in the White House right before we went to bed. I looked over and B-Man was at the railing peeing down two stories into the bushes. When I asked him what in the heck he was doing, he said, "I'm the first black president to take a whiz off this balcony!!" Is that childish or what? I'm gettin' sick of it.

So I don't understand why B-Man had to drag us here. He SAYS he's not a Moslem any more but I've heard being a Moslem is sort of like being a Marine...once a Moslem, always a Moslem. And if you say you've quit being a Moslem, the rest of them get really mad at you and want to kill you for leaving the religion. Is that crazy, or what?? Plus I have to tell you a secret: you know those little rugs you see the Moslems kneeling on and praying three or four times a day? B-Man has one of those rolled up and hidden under our bed, and sometimes I catch him kneeling on it and chanting some mumbo-jumbo. So I'm just not so sure. Not that it matters to me what he is...heck, after listening to that idiot Reverend Wright for 20-something years I'm not sure what I am any more!!

Oooo, B-Man is really angry about something else, too. As much has he tries to ignore Rush Limbaugh, he hates it that Rush talks about him all the time and busts on him so bad. Now Rush is calling our trip "The Obama Apology Tour". Can you believe that?? Just because B-Man is telling all the world leaders what a sorry country America is and how we've been mean to all of them for the past eight years and how they need to forgive us for it and how he's going to bring everyone closer together. Is that so bad? Rush says B-Man is bringing American down in the eyes of the world, whatever that means. I don't worry about it, but who knows. I mean with everyone hating us anyway, who cares who we look in their stupid eyes?

So now I guess we're going somewhere else tomorrow. They never tell me what's going on and I have to just drag the information out of them. I should feel good, actually, because Vice President Joe isn't told anything and no matter how much he begs and pleads, nobody will STILL tell him anything! Honestly, that man is such a loser. B-Man told him to stay out of the spotlight until our trip is over, and then to ask B-Man's permission before he does ANYTHING. B-Man is really scared of what that fool is capable of doing. You know something funny? He got on the ticket as a guy with a lot of foreign policy experience and we DIDN'T EVEN BRING HIM ON THIS TRIP!!! B-Man told him it was important to stay home and "guard the home front"..... like Joe could guard anything! Hahahaha....

Oh, me....I'm getting tired of typing so I guess I'll go do something else now. Maybe I'll order some food....yeah, that's it....I'll order some food.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Those Bad North Koreans!

Boy, oh boy, oh BOY! I don't think I've seen the B-Man so mad since one of the girls drew a mustache on the picture of himself he keeps on the night stand. I mean he was flat out SMOKIN' mad at those North Koreans for shooting off that missile they had.

First of all, he sent Hillary over there to talk to them and warn them that they'd better not do it or there'd be heck to pay. Then he even told them himself during one of his press conferences. But what do those kimchee-snappin' fools do???? You got it..they shot it right off like they didn't care a whit about what we'd told them. Don't they know he's the first black President of the United States and the most powerful man in the world, and that Hillary is the wife of a former President who committed perjury and was impeached and still got away with it?? Obviously that Kim Jung Ill or whatever his name is is one crazy Asian boy. He's messin' with fire, I'm tellin' you. Once you get on the B-Man's s**t-list, it's hard to get off it.

To top it off, they said they were shooting up a communications satellite, but everyone knew that was a lie because whatever was on the tippy-top of the rocket ship, which is where a satellite should be, just fell into the ocean, and then the Koreans said the satellite was in orbit around the earth. Well, any fool knows if something is in the ocean it can't be in orbit around the earth, too. Good grief...they must think we're total idiots.

So what does all this mean? To be honest, I'm not really sure and neither is B-Man. His advisors told him he needed to be really upset about it but they never told him why, so he had to pretend he knew and just rant and rave about the whole situation. I think it has something to do with the fact that now the North Koreans can put a bomb on a rocket and hit Alaska or Hawaii. Other than the fact that B-Man was born in Hawaii and still has some drinkin' buddies living there, I don't think he really cares all that much about those islands. As for Alaska, as long as Sarah Palin lives there I think B-Man wouldn't mind one little bit if the North Koreans lobbed a nuke in her direction. So....I mean....what's the big deal, we say...me and B-Man. As long as what they do doesn't stop our being able to use Air Force One and get free food, who gives a rat's rear end? I mean, really?

So that's pretty much what went on over the weekend. Oh....the NCAA Finals will be on Monday with Michigan State playing University of North Carolina. B-Man says that no matter who he's scheduled to meet with during that game, he's canceling and holing up with me, a case of Bud Light with Lime, and a television to watch that baby! He's such a little boy about the NCAA basketball tournament, I'm telling you..President or not.

I don't remember where we're flying off to tomorrow or who we'll be meeting with. Once I figure it out, or if I get any new scoop I'll write it down, I promise. As for now I think I'll knock back a bottle of champagne and hit the rack.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXOX

I Know, I Know...

...I just wrote something in my diary but I just had the very most cool thought and had to write it down before I forgot it.

I'm seriously thinking of asking the B-Man if instead of being President and First Lady of the United States, we could be king and queen like they have in England!! Wouldn't that be COOL???? I mean, it's just a name anyway so what does it matter? Seriously.

It might take a change in the Constitution but B-Man says the Constitution is old and needs to be rewritten anyway and he intends to do that during his presidency, so why not just throw in the king and queen thing with the other stuff he wants in there? He says once we get just one more liberal judge on the Supreme Court he can do just about anything he wants. He says he may have to have one of the conservative judges whacked but it wouldn't be hard.

Well...now I have to go. I'm writing this from my iPhone in the back of the limo as I go somewhere to do something.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

Alright, Alright, I Touched The Queen! Now Let It Go!

Oh....my....gosh, did I ever cause a stink in England. You'd have thought I peed in the front yard of Buckingham Palace or something they way the British press is whining and crying and wringing their hands. Once again the idiots on our staff let us down. You'd have thought that one, just ONE, of the 500 people we brought over here (yeah, we really did bring over 500....bet that cost the taxpayers a bundle, but who cares...it's free to us!) would have known that you're not supposed to actually touch the queen. I think it's going overboard with the whole royalty thing but the Brits seem to like it and they've been around a lot longer than we have. Anyway, I put my hand on her back...so big, big deal. What the press and the photos didn't show was that she actually put her hand on my rear end! I'm serious! She patted me on my behind and whispered, "Nice bootie!". Once I recovered from the cloud of bad breath that circled my head and could catch some air, I thanked her for the compliment. I couldn't believe it!! Do you suppose she could be a closet lesbian?? I never thought about it until right now. Now there's one for the British press!

Thank goodness we're out of London now and in France. I was really tired of that place and I was tired of going all around the city and acting like I gave a rat's rear end about the British people when I really think they are just a bunch of sissies with funny accents and bad breath. I know I keep going on and on about their breath but I read this thing a long time ago about what people have the worst breath and it said the British women did! I couldn't believe it until I came over here and it's true. I guess with their socialized medicine there's no dental coverage, and maybe nobody ever taught them about floss and toothbrushes. The B-Man is craaaazy when it comes to oral hygiene what with his shiny white teeth and all. He says next to his ears, his teeth are his best feature and he takes really great care of them and makes sure the girls and I take really great care of ours, too. He has like six electric toothbrushes and a Water Pik and a SoniCare and every other gadget to keep his choppers in shape. You'll NEVER see a piece of spinach stuck in his teeth either...he's super-sensitive about food in them. I swear, it takes him about 20 minutes to get ready for bed because he brushes and flosses and brushes and squirts with that WaterPik thing and it just never seems to end. Oh..I also think he's sensitive about having cigarette breath but of course brushing your teeth doesn't do any good since your lungs are rotting and you can't brush THEM! :-)

O.k., I rambled on a bit there. Sorry. Anyway, B-Man is in some stadium now talking to the French people and they're goin' crazy. He told me that all the people who are in the stadium were screened super well before they were told they could attend the speech thing. He said they actually had to try out and prove they could scream really loud and clap good. I've never heard of anything like that but this is France and they do things different here. Plus they had to sign some paper that said they loved B-Man and me and they wouldn't ask any tough questions. The whole thing seems silly but I don't really care about it. He does his thing and I do mine and it works out.

All I can say is I'm glad that whole G20 thing is behind us. B-Man told me that not one thing was really accomplished during the conference. China and Russia still hate us, Germany doesn't really care, France loves us because we're almost socialists now like them, England loves us for the same reason, and I don't even remember the other countries but most of them either hate us or don't care about us. B-Man says China practically owns the whole United States and Russia still wants to blow us up so they're using Iran to do it.

All this political stuff makes my head hurt so I pretty much just nod and think about other things when B-Man goes off on one of his tirades with me. I'm like him on one thing, though: we just wish all the nations could get together and hold hands and think happy thoughts, like in Peter Pan. He says he thinks those crazy Moslems (or Muslims or Muslems...I can never remember how to spell it) terrorists just need to be understood better. He thinks if he could just get Osama Bin Laden out of his cave and take him to Ruth's Chris and get him a decent meal and talk to him he'd tell all his followers to put down their guns and get real jobs. B-Man says nobody has ever done that before and he thinks it would work. And those crazy Taliban guys in Afghanistan just want to be friends, too. B-Man says he bets that none of those guys had parents who loved them and hugged them and told them they were special, and if we could just do that then they'd change completely and be nice. I don't know how we're supposed to go around and hug all of them since they hide like rats and are very hard to find, but maybe that Panetta guy in the CIA can figure it out for us. I just hope he's better than the idiots we brought on this trip!

So like I said, now we're in France. I don't know where we'll be tomorrow, though. B-Man told me all the countries we're goin' to but I forgot. All I know is we get to fly on Air Force One a whole bunch and eat, eat, eat! (Here's a secret: if B-Man would let me I'd stay on that plane and never come out I love it so much!!) We're going somewhere tonight here in France and I'm sure there will be good chow.

I'm told the French cooking makes English food look like Swanson's frozen dinners so I'm really looking forward to supper. And I KNOW there'll be a lot of good French champagne. Honestly, I drink that stuff like water and it makes my head spin around like a break dancer on speed but I just can't help it...I LOVE it! And then I get sooooo sleepy I'm afraid my head will fall down on the table and I'll drool or fart or something! I'm totally outta' control, but I'll tell you one thing....when my belly is full of bubbly I can flat out bust a groove on the dance floor! When B-Man and I are alone in our bedroom in the White House and I get some champagne in me, wow, I put on some moves that make him run to the closet and get on his Air Force One jacket and prepare for a "landing". Tee-hee.

Well....anyway....that's pretty much what's going on in my life. Oops...there's somebody knocking at my hotel door. I guess I have to go somewhere and do something now, just like a puppet. Sometimes I wonder why I even bothered to go to college...all I do is meet people and smile and be nice. But I don't care as long as I keep getting all this free food and riding on the plane.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

"Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, Where Have You Been?"

"I'VE BEEN TO LONDON TO VISIT THE QUEEN"!!!! That's right, we DID get to visit the Queen! It was really neat but there were some downers, too. I guess all that talk about her being "to busy" to see us was just a bunch of hooey. If you want my opinion, I'll bet the B-Man got on his Blackberry and twisted some arms...probably told them he'd play the race card with the press and make her look like a flaming bigot. He's really good at that, which is why poor old John McCain handled him with kid gloves during the campaign and lost the election. Heck, if Johnny Boy had come after B-Man with both guns blazing, I'd be writing this from Chicago and nobody would be reading it!! But that's all academic, isn't it? Johnny Boy kept everything nice and sweet and now he's back in that smelly old Senate hanging with the rest of those idiots and we're flyin' around in Air Force One and in London eating like kings!!!

I wandered a bit there, didn't I? Back to the queen thing. Yep, we went to see her yesterday. After our moron driver blocked the driveway with B-Man's limo and had to be asked to move it so all the princes and princesses and other big-wigs could get into see the queen, too, things went pretty smooth. Oh...yeah...see, we didn't get to see the queen by ourselves. There were a whole bunch of the leaders of different countries there at the same time. I have to admit, most of the countries I'd never even heard of! Ask me how stupid I felt!!

So anyway, we got to meet the queen. Here's my impression of her: she's old and she's pale (even for a white person) and she smells like a wool sweater when you get it wet, and her breath would stop an Escalade. Whoo, it was all I could do to not put my hand over my nose. I guess it's because she lives in this old nasty palace that's like a thousand years old and they never open the windows because the weather always sucks. Luckily we didn't have to get close to her for very long, but it was enough for me to realize if she ever comes to visit us I'll have to pretend I'm sick or something; I can't imagine spending even a whole day with her!

So we see her and B-Man says all the usual stuff to her and then he gives her a gift: it was an iPod filled with some videos of her when she came to the US the last time, and a whole bunch of really old, stupid songs. See, here's the inside scoop about what happened, from somebody who knows, namely moi. When Gordon Brown, who is some kind of big-wig in their government here, came to visit us a while back, he was practically in the room with us before one of the staffers told us we were supposed to give him a gift. Some kind of silly tradition but you'd have thought just ONE of those morons in the White House would have told us that ahead of time, wouldn't you? But nooooo, we have to find out at the 11th hour. So B-Man tells me to scoot up to our bedroom and raid our DVD collection and put a bunch of them, preferably the ones we never watch, into a gift bag and stick a ribbon on it and hustle back as fast as I can. So that's what I did...I stuffed as many of them as I could in the bag, and that's what we gave Mr. Brown as our gift. Turns out they won't even play on DVD players in Europe because of some technical reason, but it didn't matter....the press acted like we'd given him rubber dog poop and a whoopie cushion or something. Hey, we did the best we could with the time we had, and blew it thanks to the morons we seem to have around us telling us what we should and shouldn't do.

So when B-Man finds out we're actually going to get to visit the queen, he calls up somebody in the White House and tells 'em to come up with something unique and put it on one of those really fast Air Force fighter airplanes and get it over here as fast as that jet can fly, he doesn't care what it costs or how many times the plane has to refuel or how many people have to stay up half the night doin' it...just get the gift here. So what do they come up with??? A freakin' iPod filled with really stupid stuff. But here's the funny part....when they told B-Man what they were doing, he had 'em bury two rap songs waaaaay down in the play lists: Snoop Dog singin' "Sexual Eruption", and "Sarah Palin (I Wanna' Lay Pipe) by John Brown. He told me it was a toss-up between the Sarah Palin one and the East Coast Avengers “Kill Bill O’Reilly”. B-Man HATES Bill O'Reilly almost as much as he hates Rush Limbaugh because he says you can't trick Bill. Oh, he's also kinda' scared of Bill, which is why he was afraid to put the song on the iPod. Anyway, he had those songs put on there because he says old queenie probably won't even listen to any of the songs and if she does, he'll know about it when she hits those two!! Wasn't that clever? Sort of like putting a note in a book to see if anybody ever reads it! I'm tellin' you, B-Man ain't just basketball and pecs and white teeth...the boy's got some serious smarts to boot! Actually he's street smart. You don't live in Chicago without picking up stuff like that.

Oh, here's the best part: they're probably still pissed about the DVD's since I'm sure Gordon Brown whined and cried to the queen, so the gift we got was an autographed picture of the king and the queen!!! An autographed picture!!! Can you believe that???? Not only that, but it's in one of those really cheap Wal-Mart frames and doesn't even have non-glare glass on it! I think that's what she gave to all the people who came to her party, too, so it wasn't even special. I told B-Man we should put it in the bathroom right next to the toilet so it could help us stay regular. Every time I look at it I almost sh*t I get so mad....might as well put it to some good use!

So then we all go over to Gordon Brown's place for the real party and it was o.k. The best part was the food! Say what you will about the English people, they can flat out cook. We had lamb and salmon and asparagus and a whole bunch of other stuff and some kind of tarts for dessert. Oh...and champagne, naturally. I drank a ton of that stuff and let out a huge burp at one point when the table got really quiet. I thought it was hysterical and so did a bunch of other people at the table but B-Man gave me that look he gets when Joe Biden says something really stupid (which is practically every time he opens his mouth!), you know, the one where he pinches his lips together really tight and makes his mouth look like that little star thing under a cat's tail? After I burped so loud that guy from France laughed and I said, "Well, at least I didn't FART!!!" That got me the look again from B-Man. So anyway, I ate like a pig and then I think I must have dozed off from all the food and champagne because the next thing I know we're in the limo heading back to the hotel and B-Man is smoking cigarettes like a blast furnace and will hardly talk to me. I swear, I can't help myself around good food that's free!

We passed some of those idiot protester people in the streets on the way back to the hotel but our driver stuck a gun out the window and they all ran like a bunch of scared rabbits. No wonder we had to bail these people out of two wars.

Well, my fingers are really tired so I'm going to sign off. If I get a chance later and I'm bored, I'll write some more.

Toodles
Michelle
XOXOXOXO

P.S.: I told B-Man about the people shouting at me yesterday while I was on my walk and he was as clueless as I was. Oh well.

Where Do These Rumors Get Started???

Oh, my goodness! Now somebody has started a rumor that I'm pregnant again! I went on Oprah and she mentioned it and I denied it, of course, but it's still floating around out there that we're gonna' have another little Obama. It's true that the B-Man and I would like to have a boy so he could pass on his superior genes and totally awesome basketball skills, but the whole pregnancy thing while I'm living in the White House? I think not. My gosh, those snoopy press people would hound me and there would be even MORE pictures of me on magazine covers. I like that but I'm starting to get a little tired of it to be honest. No, I'm not pregnant.

I have to admit I'm getting a little junk in the trunk but that's because I just eat like a pig what with this free food and all. Ask yourself, if you could have wake up in the middle of the night and have somebody bring you a banana split or a piece of hot apple pie with a scoop of ice cream on it or a nice fillet with bacon wrapped around it or a super-sized frozen margarita with salt and fresh lime, wouldn't you go for it?? You know you would. And we do!! A LOT! Heck, we're makin' hay while the sun shines. Rahm says that if B-Man keeps doin' all this crazy stuff there's a chance he'll step way over the line or get busted for something and he'll get impeached and then we'll be out on our behinds, and then "goodbye free food"! So we're piggin' out while the goin's good!

Speaking of impeached, looks like things are heating up over the whole ACORN voter fraud thing. The idiots in that organization are like The Three Stooges on steroids. They've done things that a 7th grader could figure out were illegal. B-Man says he has enough power to lean on anyone who uncovers stuff that might cause a major fuss and I shouldn't worry. I heard him talkin' on his cellphone the other night right after we went to bed. He though I was asleep because I was snoring like a buzz saw (I always do that after I O.D. on lobster tails and champagne) but I was fakin' it. Anyway, he was talking to somebody named Lenny about maybe having to break somebody's kneecaps. He mentioned some lawyer who was trying to stir up trouble over ACORN and some other stuff. Then they started talking about Bloggo singing...heck, I didn't even know he was interested in music! Anyway, then he hung up, smoked a couple cigarettes and talked to himself for a while and then went to sleep.

I'll be honest with you, Diary, I'm starting to worry about the B-Man. He hardly sleeps at all and sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night to order some food he's pacing around and smoking and scratching his head. I know one thing he's worried about is that Rush Limbaugh character. I guess Rush somehow found out what his cellphone number is because every time B-Man listens to Rush on the radio he always says, "He's got my number...he's got my number." I don't know why B-Man just doesn't get a new one so Rush won't be able to call him. Go figure. Anyway, B-Man is even losing weight in spite of all the free food he's eating! I think he wishes he'd never gotten into this whole presidency thing. I know things were a lot easier when he was a Senator and I was "working" at that hospital in Chicago. Heck, neither of us went to work very often and we still made really good money, and we lived in a nice house and the girls had a lot of friends. Now we don't have any privacy and B-Man works his skinny rear end off and it's just not a whole lot of fun. Everyone tells him what to do and he has to figure out who's right (actually he says he thinks they're probably ALL wrong but he doesn't have any better ideas than they do), and now that we're here in London at this silly G20 conference the newspeople are saying that the Europeans don't even like B-Man any more! Can you believe that??? A while back when he came over here they loved him, and now they can't stand him?

Speaking of the conference, it is starting today and I saw on television there are tons and tons of crazy protesters in the streets with signs and stuff. Some of them say ugly things about B-Man. Honestly, you just can't make some people happy. Oh, and there are a whole bunch of real freaks out there with green hair and funky clothes and all sorts of piercings and they're dancing like a bunch of loonies. I'm sure the security people won't let me get within a mile of them for fear they'll see me and go bonkers.

Speaking of that, I was able to go for a walk yesterday and it was real neat. I must look like somebody named "Schwartzer" who must be really popular because people kept shouting that at me. I yelled back, "I'm NOT Mrs. Schwartzer...really I'm not", over and over but it didn't stop them. It was just strange that everyone seemed to know this person and they all thought I looked like her. I'll have to ask the B-Man about it when he gets back from his little conference where he's not even going to say anything. He told me that his advisors told him to just sit there with his mouth shut and if somebody asked him something to pretend he can't hear them. Seems like a whole lot of bother to come here if he can't talk to them about hope and change and how he's going to make everyone's life better except for the rich people who are going to regret ever voting for him. Hahahaha.......he's gonna' get those rich people GOOD! He laughs about that all the time.

Well, I'd better sign off. I hear the room service cart coming! We ordered fresh orange juice and melon, pancakes, 1/2 pound of bacon cooked crisp, cheese and mushroom omelets, oatmeal, fresh biscuits, scones, French toast with whipped cream and fresh strawberries, and coffee. We'll eat every last crumb of it, too! See why I'm starting to bulk up? It'd take ten hours in the gym to even make a dent in that, and we eat like that three times a day and then a couple times during the night! I tell B-Man I'm storing up for the lean times ahead when we'll have to "sacrifice" like he's told all the American people they'll need to do. Riiiiiggghhhht.....we'll sacrifice. Hahahahah...

Toodles

Michelle
XOXOXOXO