.....I would let my kids get a puppy, too....and insist that before they move into their new White House rooms, they must first wipe down the walls to remove every hint of vapidity, intolerance and dishonesty that still lingers in the corners. Then, they can re-decorate rooms to their heart's delights and let that little puppy (I hope it's a rescue-shelter MUTT) chew on the Lincoln Bedroom. His name should be something Chicago-ish, or Midwestern. Like Daley. Or Cubby. Or Community Organizer Dog.




Might I also add that 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue feels as if it's about to be re-energized? Exorcised? Revived?

And may I share with all of you readers (thanks, Sara!) the sheer joy of knowing that one now resides in a BLUE state?

Ahhhhhh......it's as good as swimming in banana pudding.