Today is a huge day, for DC, for the US, and for the world. I woke up to the sounds of crowds of people (on the news, of course) rushing to the Metro, in anticipation of today’s grand events… for a fleeting glimpse of our new President.

In one romantic moment, I thought, “Yes, I CAN!” and then I realized that no way in hell would I brave that crowd, the temperature, the insanity for the opportunity to say “I was there.”

I will happily watch the events on CNN like the rest of the country, because I’m down-to-earth like that. I can then share the TV with both of my boys, instead of throwing myself over them in an attempt to save them from errant cigarettes, cups of coffee or the potential mosh pit that DC will inevitably become. I will gladly wrench the remote away from my other kids so that we may all share in this moment, as history is made.

Impressive, yes. Not impressive enough for me to leave the bubble. Hell no.

One final farewell to Dubya. You suck and I’m not sorry to see you go. Best of luck.

To the Obamas, I just hope that the next 4 years bring to you the satisfaction of a job well done.