As Mock told you in a previous entry, I’m in Philadelphia on business most of this week, bringing home the proverbial bacon, frying it up in a pan, and all that stuff. I think I’ve been to Philly before, but I believe I was a wee tot, so I don’t remember it, and I obviously didn’t understand the historical significance of the place.
I ate dinner at Carpenters’ Hall last night, which is known best for being the place where the first Continental Congress was hosted in 1774. It’s quite the beautiful little building. While gnawing on a lamb chop, I realized that I was in a room rich with history. I looked around and soaked in the fact that there were a lot of really important people that sat exactly where I was sitting. People who basically had a huge hand in creating our awesome country. And then I realized that life is short. So despite me being all worky-worky since I flew into town, I fully intend to get my butt on some sort of tour this evening – even if that equates to me harassing a local to show me some cool crap. Fingers are crossed. Stay tuned.
In the meantime, my Internet connection BLOWS, and technological aspects of my life have been frustrating these past few days, to say the least. So THANK YOU to my partner in crime, Mock, for holding down the fort while I deal with men in suits. And crappy connections.
This all adds to my already present sense of snarkiness, naturally. (That was Warning Number Two.) And so, when I read an article on the continued vacationing of the Obamas in Martha’s Vineyard, I was already a little annoyed. Then I saw this picture, and I think my reaction was WHIZZAH WHUZZAH?

What in the hell is up with FLOTUS’ shirt?
Seriously. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. With all the money they throw around, could she not hire a stylist? Or, I don’t know, just take a gander in the mirror or something. If I’m not mistaken, I think I just heard Jackie Kennedy roll over in her grave.
GAWD.
You can now resume your normal activities. That is all.









