You know that dream where Michelle Obama is showing you the Peanuts parody that she wrote with her husband, Bill Clinton, about the kids carrying chairs? And it is supposed to have already been released as a cloth book through her self-publishing imprint, M3lani Press, but right after you put that news on the front page of your Peanuts book fan website, the whole world immediately finds out about it but you discover at the Obama store that it’s no where to be found, and besides you immediately have to rush back to your own spacious boutique where you have to help elderly women find antique jewelry and explain to other people about how large rubber masks are made, all while stressing out about your inability to get this book?
If so, then now I’m like you.
