These Dreams:

I’ve been having the weirdest dreams lately. Last night I shared a beachfront hotel room with Michelle Obama and her mother the first grandma. There wasn’t anything strange about it. She told me she tried on something like a hundred dresses before she chose the one she wore to the inauguration. Then an enormous helicopter landed then drove (yes drove) around the corner of the hotel, picked her and her mother up then flew away. All I could think of was what a great blog entry this was going to make. And it did.