Since even before Inauguration Day, my wife has referred to her as “The First Bee-yotch”. I can just see that accompanying her image on a
T-shirt no one would have the nerve to produce.
Oh to be a fly on the wall in that 1st bedroom at night: hearin a lotta “I tol you not ta screw up and now you be screwin up and makin me mad!” from the resident Soul Sista.
Those angry eyes be flashin’ and she be yellin’ while a tuned out Bams lays in his bed, checkin Blackberry One with those cool, dispassionate eyes: Not a pretty sight.