Dear Journal: Be still, my heart. I had a dreadful fright this morning. I knew Barry the Kid was in Vegas Wednesday. I had the Today show on TV while I was getting ready for breakfast. I was applying Crest Whitestrips to my teeth, not watching the screen, when Matt Lauer said Barry had been photographed naked in his Vegas suite with various unclad ladies. Yikes! Michelle will rip his head from his shoulders, I thought. I am truly a heartbeat away from the Presidency. When I had caught my breath enough to watch the screen I realized, with a flood of relief, it was not Barry the Kid, but Harry the Prince, about whom Lauer was hyperventilating.
