Dear Diary: I saw a few minutes of Queen Elizabeth's Jubilee on TV today. One thing I'll grant those evil, colonialist Brits is that they know how to treat their Head of State. [Note to self: Ask Valerie Jarrett to arrange a 1000-boat pageant on the Potomac to celebrate my re-election.] I can see Me and Michelle, seated on gilded thrones on a special Presidential barge, Navy One, leading a vast parade of watercraft and waving graciously to assembled masses of our subjects on the riverbanks, the adoring crowds replying by rapturously waving thousands of Old Glories, accompanied by a multitude of bands along the route playing Hail to the Chef Chief . That would be an event worthy of the nation's Fourth Greatest President. We'll give Joe a rowboat to follow us. He appreciates such little kindnesses.
After a night at the family residence in Chicago, I must admit that it's good to get back to the presidential Tempurpedic. I've tucked up Michelle, as is my habit, and I will soon say a prayer to myself, close the laptop and slide into bed, there to sleep, dreaming of my pageant, while clutching Boo-boo my blankey to avoid nightmares of Mitt torpedoing my beautiful presidential barge. Barry luv Boo-boo Um-num-num-um zzzzzz...
After a night at the family residence in Chicago, I must admit that it's good to get back to the presidential Tempurpedic. I've tucked up Michelle, as is my habit, and I will soon say a prayer to myself, close the laptop and slide into bed, there to sleep, dreaming of my pageant, while clutching Boo-boo my blankey to avoid nightmares of Mitt torpedoing my beautiful presidential barge. Barry luv Boo-boo Um-num-num-um zzzzzz...
