Monday, January 19, 2009

I Throw a Rubber Ball Against the Window; That Means You Come to Me

At high noon tomorrow, Obama will become the president. That's pretty incredible, right? After these terrible Bush years and that long, long campaign?

After all, I'm absolutely sure Barack is the right man for the job. I want him to be very successful. He has my full support.

I just got a text from my pal Erin, who's in D.C. working like crazy. "It's an exhilarating endurance test," she says.

And so, who knew inaugural weeks and parenting the birth-to-five set had so much in common? Mac will be Shef's age at the end of Obama's first term. I'm pretty sure things will be better then than they are now.

Let's go, Obama! We're all behind you.

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