Dinner With Barack

Last night I had the funniest dream. I even woke up laughing a little. I was standing in this enormous kitchen with soon-to-be first lady Obama. She was cooking the most delicious looking turkey. Behind us, on another table was some already prepared foods... mashed potatoes, pies of all flavors, bread, beans, sweet potatoes with marshmallows on them, corn, ham.... it was a feast to behold. I was extremely excited to partake of the deliciousness, but it wasn't yet time to eat. Instead, I decided to leave the room and go see what my family was up to. There was a very long table decorated nicely with Christmas decor, and all the grand kids were sitting at the table talking and sipping on their mugs filled with cocoa and marshmallows. As I walked toward the table, Barack came walking up to me. I said,

"Barack my man, your wife is quite the cook. Dinner looks wonderful!! Thanks for the invite!"

"No problem!" he said.

"See ya later homie," I said, as we both put our hands up in the air bumped hips like so...

Why I say things like, "my man" and "homie" in my dreams escapes me... and yes, Barack and I both have round, voluptuous hineys.