flies Dubya far away
and the crowd goes wild
I thought about live-blogging Obama's speech and all of the pomp and the talking heads. But the emotion was too much for me. I selfishly didn't want anything to divert my attention. And I didn't want to seem like I was making fun… with the exception of Aretha's hat, of course. (She totally rocked it, by the way, didn't she? Who can pull off a hat like that? Aretha, bitches.)
I also would like to say how ridonkulously fitting that Dick Cheney finally made the full transformation to evil Mr. Potter from It's a Wonderful Life.
The wee-er one was given free reign this morning, while my hand flew to my mouth over and over, as I tried in vain to keep it together.
V8 everywhere, blue playdoh on the beige carpet, naked, wild.
"Oklobama!" she yelled. "Hook 'em Horns!"
And in this house, there is nothing held in more esteem than "hook 'em horns."
At least not until today.