“…beans don’t burn on the grill. Took a whole lotta tr-ryin’…”
Well, you know the rest.
The fish certainly fried on stage last night, ‘tho, because our man was hot has fish grease. He put it down. My heart was so full. As the offspring of southern parents who felt the deep brunt of Jim Crow and the fight for civil rights, this is big, huge, ginormous. America, America, God shed His grace on thee.
Watch the speech again. This is truly the American promise, fulfilled.
Oh, and it’s my big boy, Milo’s birthday. He’s ten years old today.
Ain’t he handsome?
Of course, that means cake, ice cream, and party hats for all the pups, and maybe I’ll get to sneak some, too. Maybe. Have a great holiday weekend, y’all!!!
8 thoughts on “Fish Don’t Fry In The Kitchen…”
>Right now we all feel like The Jeffersons. We all get a chance to come up just by watching what's happening to him. Happy Labor Day. God bless America!
>Obama's speech last night was all that. He did more than make American history. He made WORLD history.
>Lo, you should give Milo a beer for his birthday.
>In my lifetime. In my lifetime. God is good.
>"President Obama" sounds good to me! I can't wait!Happy birthday to your dog. Let them eat cake!
>We are overcoming!! Have a blessed holiday!! Happy birthday to your dog!!
>Milo has the look of someone who thoroughly enjoys the good life. And watching The Obama's walk out @ the end of last night enforced my belief that 'anything is possible if one works hard and believe in themselves.'
>I knew America had it in her… Well done, United States. Don't fail us now.On another note, Milo looks like a dick. Cocksure, to BE sure. Although, he looks like a good boy. Happy birthday Milo.