Turns out I can't always be thinking things like, "Did Clinton brush off Carter in the hallway? Does Aretha think she is at the Kentucky Derby? Man, this show could use some Kathy Griffin."
My timbers are thoroughly shivered with today's festivities.
I decided to cut up an onion for cover in case someone stopped by and caught me all
misty eyed. Sorry YoYo Ma, but that seemed like a good time to take a break.
I also turned on the kettle for tea.
I will never forget the moment BO became president, my tears, and burning question: what's that smell?
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