the G-20 and me

You know, I really wanted to do that Lights Out America thing last night, but even if I used my CSI flashlight, I wouldn't have been able to pick out a cute outfit to wear to the G-20 Summit in the dark. I know this meeting is supposed to be all about money and global economic stimulus and what have you. But you can be sure at some point, some snivelly European country or Brazil is going to bring up the environment and then people will start throwing shoes and stuff at the Americans and I just want to be there to back up my homey, our President Obama.

He's taking alot of crap stateside right now from Rush and Glenn and Ann and Paul Krugman. He doesn't need those G-20 punks making him look bad, too. You know those crunchy, European Union hairy-legs will be marching around outside where we're having our big meeting (sorry, I can't tell you where it is....top secret government stuff) and there'll probably be some PETA freaks there, too, what with all the scrumptious fur coats people were wearing around at our President's inauguration. That's where I come in. My kid taught me how to do a smokin' roundhouse this weekend, so I'm going to put on a pair of yoga pants and run interference for our Commander-in-Chief on the street. It's the least I can do.

After that party breaks up, I'll make a quick stop at Boots to stock up on important items, then I'll head straight back from London. When I get home, I'm going to be super-busy doing all my Earth Day cooking. More on that later!