BARACK AND ROLLING

Okay--so I vegged out in front of the TV and watched the inauguration coverage yesterday. It was much better than battling the DC crowds and enduring the freezing temperatures. Plus, I could mute Aretha Franklin’s screeching of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” before my new windows busted from the strain. (Big Bore was in the kitchen slaving over a hot stove when she started singing, and he yelled, “What the hell is going on in there?”) Bad. Really bad. She no longer gets any R-E-S-P-E-C-T from this music critic. Plus, her giant silver hair bow cap was a fashion fright.

The singing was a lot better at the inaugural balls we watched last night. Big Bore and I, dressed in our fanciest sweats, pulled ourselves up from our easy chairs at one point, and we danced a bit while we hummed “Hail to the Chief.” We kept hoping that Barack and Michelle would join us in a little “bump and grind” just to liven up their dance moves and take their catch phrase, “Yes, we can!” to another level…but, alas, all their body parts followed formal protocol. Bummer. I hope they aren’t as tired as I am today. All that pomp and circumstance wore me out!

Barack says he’s going to get right to work this morning on running the country; no rest for the weary. We have a lot in common. I’m gonna go take a look at the all the dirty dishes left in the kitchen sink yesterday while I was watching him on TV for fifteen hours and think about washing them. Courage!