Dear Diary: M. and I took Valerie Jarrett out to
Nora's organic eatery in DC this evening, to celebrate Val's birthday. She has more than earned an expensive treat this week after helping me to draw up my response to what I now refer to as SoetoroCare which is a swamp of monstrous misjudgements, even by Democrat standards. Thanks for nuttin,' Kathleen Sibelius.
Nora's food was delicate, but the few lungsful of Blueberry Yum Yum I had sneaked earlier had given me the munchies, and I yearned for a bag of Cheetos and a nice thick beef fillet with A1 steak sauce, but Michelle would have torn me limb from limb if I had dared even to think of such a thing. Not that Nora would have deigned to have such toxic food in her immaculate culinary temple. But enough about me.
