If you don't like Obama for his politics, policies, or pajamas, that doesn't make you a racist.
Believe me, if Al Sharpton or Jesse Jackson or O.J. Simpson had been elected I wouldn't be quoting poetry to mark the occasion.
The kids have a day off.
Tyce is getting ready for a campout. Mary Rachel has an elaborate scheme to sell lemonade and chocolate-dipped pretzel rods with Sara. The twins got up much too early and are like cats in a bag.
I have to get dressed before I lose control of the household.