How Cool is This Woman?
Michelle Obama at the soup kitchen. Michelle Obama on the swing set with her girls. Michelle Obama dancing with Ellen. Michelle Obama reading to little kids.
Michelle Obama daring to wear half-beaten turquoise boots with gray pants and the same yellow mohair sweater she wore over her inauguration ensemble.
Now she's been digging up soil for a veggie garden at the White House.
I don't think she's faking it.
I think she's really into all the cool stuff she does.
Can you see Laura Bush putting down her pack of Newports long enough to dig a veggie garden? Can you see that saggy old battle ax Barbara Bush bent over and tilling dirt?
Can you see Nancy Reagan risking a chip in her nails to dirty her hands in soil?
Can you see Hillary, or Rosalynn, or even Betty Ford doing it?
No, you cannot.
I think a woman who gardens is flat out sexy.
I wish I was a better gardener, but I lose interest by the first hot day of the season.
I have had girlfriends who gardened, and I loved them for it.
Their little crops would reach fruition and I'd love to see them, freshly plucked and covered in dirt, waiting to be washed off and eaten. And the veggies were nice, too(insert rim shot).
And one day, not too long from now, Michelle Obama will be handing over whatever grew in her garden to the White House chef, who'll incorporate them into a nice little meal.
She's even planning a beehive. Fresh honey at the White House? Are you kidding?
Naysayers and pessimists will balk when White House photographers shoot pictures of the lettuces, peppers or snap beans, but I want to see what she grew.
I'm sick of pessimism and intolerant of people who are rooting for the Obamas to fail. I'm sick of people questioning their motives, from the economy to the garden.
I like these people.
I like their kids.
I like the husband appearing on Jay Leno last night. He acts as if he has nothing to hide. Isn't that refreshing?
After eight years of that blithering idiot Bush and his cornpone, crazy-eyed wife Laura hiding out in their Pennsylvania Avenue cocoon, dodging media questions and only appearing in public under control-freak conditions, I'm happy to see a First Family that seems like an actual family.
And after seeing Will Farrell's hilarious HBO special, "You're Welcome," I'm go glad that asshole Bush is finally gone, never to return.
That special reminded me of how I'd lurch for the mute button of the clicker the moment I'd see Bush on the screen. Now when I see Obama on TV, I drop everything to hear what he has to say. It's a wonderful feeling.
We are damn lucky to have a smart, well-adjusted president and a cool first lady.
And I'm glad they have Wednesday night cocktail parties, too.
They work hard and they play hard. They sparkle with youthful energy.
It must be all those vegetables they eat.
Either that, or the serenity that comes with clear consciences and common decency.