Our Dear Laura

You may wonder why I have all these fine photos of Laura Bush. It is a long story and in fact, this post is a tribute to my sister who used to read and post on the Our Dear Laura (ODL) site on Salon. But please be prepared, this is a really superficial and mean post. I know I should be charitable because she has the misfortune to be married into that dreadful family. Imagine having that terrible old tartar Barbara Bush as your mother in law? But ODL bears some responsibility. When the Doltish Dauphin concocted the scheme of running for president, why didn't she schedule an intervention? She of all people should have known what a bad idea it was to install her booze/cocaine addled husband as president. Anyway, I was struck by many things when looking at the photograph of the Obama's with the Bushies. Not just how elegant and fabulous the Obama's looked, but by the strange position of ODL's breasts. They seemed to me to be almost at waist level. Now I know she is a woman of a certain age, and so I should be charitable not being a spring chicken myself, but it seems to me that if I were married to the most powerful man on the planet even if he is a dunce, I would seek out some remedies for this condition. Surely there are some high end undies she could purchase, or failing that, NASA is filled with clever engineers or the Army Corps of Engineers, oh wait, they designed the levee system in New Orleans, forget them.