Dear Diary: A long, long, day, motivating young voters from North Carolina to Colorado. Included was a taping of the Jimmy Fallon Show. Fallon unexpectedly asked about the Secret Service debacle. Awkwaaard... I was expecting the usual softball questions. But I handled it well, though I say so myself, and I do. I smoothly blamed a 'couple of knuckleheads.'' Of course, it's was a tad more than that, but most TV hosts are too overcome with awe to harass me with follow-up questions. Then on to Boulder Colorado where a flustered student spilled yogurt on my pants. Talking of pants the Cartagena debacle continues with Senator Chuck Grassley demanding to know details of our internal inquiry which cleared White House staff of inappropriate conduct. Grassley wants to know things like exactly how many WH Staff had overnight guests in their rooms. Sigh...a leader's work is never done. Mutt Mitt seems to have wrapped up his nomination late tonight. With that I must close the laptop, say a fervent prayer to myself, renew acquaintance with Boo-boo, my blankey, um-num-num-um, Barry love Boo-boo. And so to bed, trying not dream about Ann Romney measuring the Oval Office for drapes.
