Well, gosh, hate to say goodnight to all you good folks but ... well, I am.... night night.
So sorry I couldn’t return last night. Drat the luck but I had to be cordial.
Anyway, Mrs. Obama’s dress reminded me of a big ole wedding cake and someone should have taught her how to control her train. It obviously kept getting tangled around her legs and feet. Of course one doesn’t correct this problem by kicking the durn thing outta the way, nor does one hitch at the back of the skirt and drag it behind where it belongs.
That said, all in all, it could have been much worse. So, I’m okay with it.
From the messages I’ve received from around the world, this Prez seems to be widely accepted.
How I hope he does well.
Oh good grief. What in the world is she thinkin? Look at the garb Michelle has worn to the prayer service.
I just can’t believe this.
I’m looking for shoes. Flats, pumpkin in color. Any ideas?