Laura Bush's Diary

Boy you never can tell. President Obama or Barry-O as I like to call him emailed me back to thank me for the photo’s I sent him of me in my Daisy Duke outfit from when W and I had our Duke’s of Hazard play acting night. He said he really got off on them and I had to laugh. You see all the Intel we got was that he was on the down low and liked the sausage more than Jimmy Dean. I mean we never let that info out because we didn’t want to help that putz McCain and after all what does it matter. I mean the CIA had some photos of a motel room in Chicago with BarryO and Steadman and Reggie Theus and some chorus boys from the road company of the Lion King that you couldn’t explain away to easy. I mean he almost blew his cover when he insisted that the girls get a pair of rare clumbers as the White House dog but he managed to finesse that one. Hey it’s his own life and he should do what makes him feel good. So I thought he would just laugh off the photo.

But then I figured it out. I heard from some sources I still talk to in the White House that Michelle reads all his emails. So I was helping out him out by sending him some hetero camouflage. I mean Michelle already hates me because I didn’t give her the Traveling First Ladies Underwear so if it helps him out I am glad. He has enough on his plate to worry about without his wife busting his shoes.

So now I can have some fun. I can email him some hot photo’s and help take the pressure off him and piss off Michele at the same time. It’s a twofer.

I know what I can do! I can email him the Christmas card I sent out last year to all of my ex-lovers. That should work. Chief Jay Strongbow told me he is still whacking his tepee from that one. Hee, hee.