Monday, February 9, 2009

A letter to Barack Obama

Dear Mr. President,

Look.  I like you.  I voted for you.  Most of my friends voted for you.  I'm a fan.  Really.

But, I am NOT amused that you are keeping me from my weekly date with Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard (hereafter referred to as Pretty Boy).  Can't you have your press conferences during working hours?!!  Have them while my kids are awake and I'm driving all over creation to pick them up and drop them off and listening to NPR as I go!!  

At the end of the day, once they are all in bed, I want to put on my pjs (the fleecy footsie ones), brew a cup of herbal tea, pull out a yummy biscotti and relax in front of the television for one hour.  


That's all I'm asking.  I don't think it's too much.  This is relaxation time.  The time when I can turn off my brain and enjoy the wit of Dr. House and the prettiness of Pretty Boy.  Even my husband pencils in my weekly date with Hugh and Pretty Boy so he knows to plan a little alone time.  I am displeased.

Why don't you interrupt American Idol or something?!   

Someone who will remember this during the next election!


Valerie said...

Oh yes, I was unhappy when I turned on the TV expecting to see Chuck (we watch House online since the time switch) and saw Barack Obama's face instead.

Carrie Nation said...

Seriously. I just wanted to watch something. I didn't care what. Just something. Wait, let me rephrase that. Something in which I wouldn't have to think about the economy and my current reality. But I have rabbit ears, so I had Barack on all channels except two. I think my choices were Barack, Twilight Zone (which would be ok except it was the new, boring one), and well, Twilight Zone won out over the third choice.

Yes, Barack, not a wise move. And it just kept going and going....

Carrie Nation said...

I should have put in my DVD of Bride and Prejudice. What was I thinking?

Beth said...

Amen sister friend. Amen. I didn't know what to do with myself without my weekly dose of Hugh Laurie.