Monday, May 02, 2011

Never forget -- it's all about ME

Sunday night was spent on the bathroom floor, racked by nausea and cramps, vomiting and diarrhea. I'm pretty sure this nightmare was caused by an undercooked piece of chicken. After cleaning myself off and brushing my teeth over and over again, I retired to the sofa. I finally made it to work at about 3:00.

ANYWAY ... while all this was going on, I thought about the President. In a span of little more than 24 hours, he signed Bin Laden's death warrant, visited the tornado-ravaged South, and delivered a monologue at the White House Correspondents' Dinner.

I don't think he's allowed to get a bad piece of chicken. He has too much to do.

I'm too big a baby to be President.

2 comments:

  1. For that and a million other reasons, I could never, ever be President (nor do I want to). Join me on the bench of "oh hell no".

    Hope you feel better, sweetie. That whole stomach scenario made me even feel queasy! hehe

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  2. Oh, my gosh, I'm sorry you were so sick. I hope you're feeling much better now!

    And I could take a lesson or two in compartmentalizing from our president.

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