It dawned on me Friday that Michelle has some sort of husband who is, like, president of something. (A country maybe? I hear he’s pretty popular in Canada.) And he’s, like, doing really important stuff and maybe I’ll do a photo essay on that … when Michelle stops showing up in random places smiling and talking.
She’s my crack rock.
After a long, mind-numbing day at a job I hate (but need to live), my favorite things to do are watch movies, flip through “The Wall of Sexy,” read your comments and search for pictures of Michelle Obama being Michelle Obama.
It makes me happy.