I'm voting for Barack Michelle

I know, I know. I voted for Hillary in the California primary. But then I went skiing for the weekend and returned to find it was very possibly not the Hillary Show but the Barack Show. Important things like this happen when I'm gone: I skip the gym because I have pneumonia, and they paint the spin room. I spend a weekend on the slopes and in a cabin with no television (the way a cabin in the mountains should be in my book), and the economy enters a recession (one of my earlier trips). And now this.

But that's fine. Because I've always said I'd be fine with Hill or Barack (preferably both), but what I'm more than fine with is Michelle. Just look at her getting it on here:



And then I read this from a Wall Street Journal interview:

At home, she expects a lot of every family member, from having her 6- and 9-year-old daughters set their own alarm clocks to insisting her husband pick up his dirty socks.

Goddamn. I am so down with that. Any woman who can get a six-year-old to set an alarm clock and a husband to pick up dirty socks is clearly capable of telling her husband how to run the country.

Go Michelle.