The day didn't go too well, starting with Bill's being in a very bad mood. Every morning, he usually pops his head into my bedroom to say hello and then throw an orange at my head. He says he does it to increase my reflexes, but dodging a Florida navel whistling like a fastball isn't as easy as you'd think, especially with the wind-ups he takes. My headboard is splattered with sticky pulp, but at least last week's bruise on my cheek is just about healed.
I'm fairly sure Bill is upset because Carrot Head is planning to dismantle NAFTA, which was a signature piece of his administration the nineties. It happened after I introduced my national health care plan when I was First Lady, which didn't go so well. In those days, I didn't know what "DOA" meant. I thought it was, you know, a gangsta thing. Like I was a "doer," only with more of that black ghetto spin. Doo-ah! Well, one week and several million taxpayers' dollars later, my program was deader than a door nail and Bill was one pissed off President.
That's when he got the big idea for NAFTA. His thinking was that if we removed a bunch of tariffs and barriers from our trade with Canada and Mexico, Americans would
In the meantime, if Carrot Head really does renegotiate the NAFTA deal,
I sure hope Carrot Head knows what he's doing. This country was built on immigration and