Mad About Michelle

The biped and I had a busy weekend, the highlight of which was Jon W.'s birthday, but more on that later. Right now, I want to spend a little time thinking about Michelle Obama. Here are some of my favorite looks.







It's not just the clothes, it's the hair. FLAWLESS.

So as I was saying, the biped and I had a busy weekend. On Saturday, we met the biped's friend from college, Emily, for lunch in Orleans.



Some of my fans were there and did a round of holding me. I got a little cranky about it, but otherwise tried to stay in control.





Then we went to Jon's house. He was 38 on saturday. My God, that's old.



And even though it was his birthday, I got a present from him! A new t-shirt printed with a glow-in-the-dark skeleton.



On Sunday, we went on a drive through the country to look at the fall colors.



We stopped in Lowell to look at the cotton mills they've made into a National Park. The biped says it's "research" for his "novel". Right.





And we went up to Groton to see the Provincetown art collection in a new show there. I wasn't allowed in the gallery, but who cares. There was just as much great art outside.

Surprise!!!

The New York Times has endorsed Barack Hussein Obama. My only question is why they waited so long!

Here's the knockout conclusion, but the entire endorsement is great reading.

Mr. Obama has withstood some of the toughest campaign attacks ever mounted against a candidate. He’s been called un-American and accused of hiding a secret Islamic faith. The Republicans have linked him to domestic terrorists and questioned his wife’s love of her country. Ms. Palin has also questioned millions of Americans’ patriotism, calling Republican-leaning states “pro-America.”

This politics of fear, division and character assassination helped Mr. Bush drive Mr. McCain from the 2000 Republican primaries and defeat Senator John Kerry in 2004. It has been the dominant theme of his failed presidency.

The nation’s problems are simply too grave to be reduced to slashing “robo-calls” and negative ads. This country needs sensible leadership, compassionate leadership, honest leadership and strong leadership. Barack Obama has shown that he has all of those qualities.

And the times has included a fascinating endorsement calendar showing their endorsements and the winners all the way back to Abe Lincoln. I'm sure the symbolism can be lost on no one.

For the Love of Fleas

Did I mention the biped is addicted to the flea market in Wellfleet? We went last Sunday and it was cold. I wasn't really happy about it.



But I did get this nice shot of make-up cases. They were all filled with rusty old tools. For real.



It was a pretty quiet day out there.



And the weather last weekend was really rough. Check out the waves on the backshore.



Now that it's finally turning cold and with this rainy weather, I just want to stay in bed all day.

Hallowhat?

The biped's mother must have the same sick sense of humor the biped has. She sent him this costume for me. I think it's an outrage.

But you know what? That's Provincetown in October. Look who pulled up on Sunday to pick up the biped for the employee dinner for the Dune Tours.



Auntie Helen, one of the dune tour drivers, was there with Lady DI.



They both looked stunning, but Helen in that red dress is a sight to behold.



Then one of the biped's friends is Halloween gaga--right down to a figurine that bears an eerie resemblance to a local businessperson.




The weather has turned colder, too. We stopped by Perry's Liquors to chat and Frank was there. He's going to dress up for the holiday, but no wig like the rest of them. The guys at Perry's refer to Frank and the biped as Rant & Rave. Very clever. Frank is Rant, of course.



Another view just to reinforce how degrading these outfits are. I never asked for a wig!

Panic

The biped is bragging about how he has been comparing the current economic problems to the Panic of 1873 and now the Motley Fool has an article on it. I don't care what he says, I never once heard him mention it! Here's a piece:

While many disagree about its root causes, the GDP numbers suggest that 1929 was at base an industrial depression that spilled into banking. But the Panic of 1873 was a bank depression that spilled everywhere else. It was much like our current difficulties, though its footprint on financial and commodity markets was very different, and in Europe, it lasted more than six years.

How did it start? In 1873 as today, we can lay the fault with bad mortgages. But the problem did not start in the United States: It began in Europe, where three empires -- France, Austria-Hungary, and Prussia -- sought to concentrate their city centers by founding new savings banks for workers and the middle class.

Gold Rush

Now that the biped has sold his place, he is looking for ways to spend his money and I am all for it. He rented a house in Palm Springs for the month of March. You can see the house here.

This is how I reacted when he told me the news.



Need I say more?

Tea and Toes

I'm playing catch-up a little here. The biped's broken finger and his "schedule" have interfered with my access to the computer. First, I want to say that I think we're settling in our new address nicely. Maria and Katie came over for an impromptu tea party and it was a lovely way to pass an afternoon.

I spent a lot of it hanging out between people's backs and the couch pillows.



And this is a new sweater the biped got for me. I like green, but honestly, it has a shamrock on it. Was it in someone's St. Patrick's day clearance?



Maria and the biped took me to sunset the other night.


It was gray sky and gray water and in between a neon hot pink disk. Maria insists it was orange, but....