Do you believe this, Michelle?
I’m the president, and I’m pulling my own pumpkins!
Pulling your pumpkins from the patch to the plane?
Where’s the presidential pumpkin puller?
In Pacific Palisades.
Presidential Pumpkin Puller Peter Piper is in Pacific Palisades?
Poop! That explains why I had to pick my own peck of pickled peppers!
Bottom right: Michelle Obama looks at red pepper she pulled from the White House Kitchen Garden during the fall season harvest in Washington, October 5, 2011.
Blog Guy, have you been crying? What’s the matter?
Oh, you know, I just hate to see Muammar Gaddafi go.
Are you nuts? He was a brutal dictator, overthrown by his own people!
Sure, but he was a madcap, zany goofball, too. He was in a class all by himself, and my blog was richer for him.
So it’s all about you and your blog and your goofy stuff, Blog Guy? Everything in the world?
I take exception to the title of your article on Facebook and brain size.
This is absolutely what is wrong with journalism today. More Facebook friends is absolutely NOT linked to the size of the brain but to certain regions within the brain, as correctly pointed out on his article.
Quick quiz: You realize your job may sort of suck if you…
b) notice the card by your seat describes you only as the “Senior Leader-in-Transit”
c) are trying to read your PDA with your sunglasses on
d) are trying to study a briefing book and can’t recall if your eyes are open or shut
Blog Guy, anything new for us from Williams-Sonoma? I’m starting my Christmas shopping early this year.
You know, I think I pick on them too much. I mean, those folks are just trying to make a living with their $2,399.95 espresso machine, to choose an item at random from the new catalog.