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Well, it's certainly been quite a while since I last wrote in this journal. What with the holidays and the subsequent aftermath, it's been rather hectic. Sorry for those of you who might have been looking for some information about the goings-on in my life.
The new session of Congress has opened, and what is on the agenda? A pharmaceutical bill from hell. Won't it be just peachy if drugstores can refuse to fill prescriptions? That's what I've always imagined when I've pictured my ideal world. Guess I've found a battle for the legislative season.
Speaking of medicine, I can't believe Mallory O'Brien hid her illness from me as long as she did. Stupid girl. She's just as obstinate as her father; between the two of them, I honestly don't know who's a worse patient. But the best part of all of this is the way I found out; Annie, my dear granddaughter, has caught the flu from her. Apparently Annie and her agent have been checking up on Mal while she's been sick. At least I found out Annie was sick before it went too far; I don't want to see her in a hospital. But Mallory? She's been careless with her health, which is something that I absolutely cannot stand. So Ms. O'Brien? Fear my wrath. On the positive side of things, at least Jed hasn't caught a cold yet. Leo and Mallory are nothing compared to my husband when he's sick. Thank goodness he's been relatively healthy.
In other news, Annie gave Jed a puppy for Christmas. Just what he's always needed. But then again, he really seems to take great enjoyment out of his new friend. But the fact that the President of the United States is captivated by a puppy isn't the best part of the story. No, the best part of the story is what he named the poor dog--Tullius Atticus Bartletus. I'm not even kidding...that's the puppy's name. Of course, Jed calls him "Tully" on occasion. Afterall, as I've heard numerous times over the past few weeks, "Tully" is the Christianized form of Cicero's name. There's a whole explaination about the name of the puppy, but I'll let my husband enlighten all of you during the Senior Staff meeting.
But, returning to the subject of these journals, it's astonishing what you miss when you're not constantly checking them. I mean, since when does my son-in-law have a journal? And my eldest daughter has one as well...but I knew that already. These journals really seem to have infected the White House and anyone who has any connection to it or the people who work there. I'll have to try harder to keep up with everyone. Sorry about my lack of attention to everyone...keeping up with the day-to-day business of being First Lady was overwhelming in the beginning of this month. Hopefully I'll have a little more free time now. However, I need to go make sure the puppy doesn't pee on the floor in the Residence again...for some reason, the dog seems to think it's entitled to pee wherever the hell it wants; Jed and Tully were made for one another.
The new session of Congress has opened, and what is on the agenda? A pharmaceutical bill from hell. Won't it be just peachy if drugstores can refuse to fill prescriptions? That's what I've always imagined when I've pictured my ideal world. Guess I've found a battle for the legislative season.
Speaking of medicine, I can't believe Mallory O'Brien hid her illness from me as long as she did. Stupid girl. She's just as obstinate as her father; between the two of them, I honestly don't know who's a worse patient. But the best part of all of this is the way I found out; Annie, my dear granddaughter, has caught the flu from her. Apparently Annie and her agent have been checking up on Mal while she's been sick. At least I found out Annie was sick before it went too far; I don't want to see her in a hospital. But Mallory? She's been careless with her health, which is something that I absolutely cannot stand. So Ms. O'Brien? Fear my wrath. On the positive side of things, at least Jed hasn't caught a cold yet. Leo and Mallory are nothing compared to my husband when he's sick. Thank goodness he's been relatively healthy.
In other news, Annie gave Jed a puppy for Christmas. Just what he's always needed. But then again, he really seems to take great enjoyment out of his new friend. But the fact that the President of the United States is captivated by a puppy isn't the best part of the story. No, the best part of the story is what he named the poor dog--Tullius Atticus Bartletus. I'm not even kidding...that's the puppy's name. Of course, Jed calls him "Tully" on occasion. Afterall, as I've heard numerous times over the past few weeks, "Tully" is the Christianized form of Cicero's name. There's a whole explaination about the name of the puppy, but I'll let my husband enlighten all of you during the Senior Staff meeting.
But, returning to the subject of these journals, it's astonishing what you miss when you're not constantly checking them. I mean, since when does my son-in-law have a journal? And my eldest daughter has one as well...but I knew that already. These journals really seem to have infected the White House and anyone who has any connection to it or the people who work there. I'll have to try harder to keep up with everyone. Sorry about my lack of attention to everyone...keeping up with the day-to-day business of being First Lady was overwhelming in the beginning of this month. Hopefully I'll have a little more free time now. However, I need to go make sure the puppy doesn't pee on the floor in the Residence again...for some reason, the dog seems to think it's entitled to pee wherever the hell it wants; Jed and Tully were made for one another.