We present the following excerpts from a NY Times column by Judith Warner, without comment. After all, what could we say that could top this stuff?
“The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower right when I needed to get into the bathroom to shave my legs, and then he was being yelled at by my husband, Max, for smoking in the house. It was not clear whether Max was feeling protective of the president’s health or jealous because of the cigarette.”
“The other day a friend of mine confided that in the weeks leading up to the election, the Obamas’ apparent joy as a couple had made her just miserable. Their marriage looked so much happier than hers. Their life seemed so perfect.”
We had the same dream the other night. Except instead of Barack Obama, it was Jessica Alba. We’re hoping to have the same dream again tonight.
