Tasmita:  I saw the election night dress on a model without a cardigan.  It looked much better.

Me:  Oh ya… Lord!  THAT DRESS!!!!!  What was Michelle thinking?

Tasmita:  I know!  She had to have a fitting before that night, right?

Me:  I am sure they gave her several choices, and she picked that bloody murder dress.

Tasmita:  Hahahaha…  Maybe she wanted to look like she murdered Palin.

Me:  YES!!!!!  Long Live ALASKA!!!!!

Tasmita: 

“SO, CHANGE has come to America.  And it is a new day and a new dawn, but forget all that – the big issue on the Internet was That Dress’.  Michelle Obama’s frock on victory night was an extraordinary fashion statement. But what was she trying to say?  That Goth is alive and well and living in the White House?  All it needed was holed fishnets and one of those teddy bears on a hangman’s noose.  I’m pretty sure I saw a dress just like it in the window of Whiplash Trash.  Maybe it’s just me, but I couldn’t help thinking about splattered blood.  A butcher’s apron. Black widows.  Was she hooking into the white man’s subliminal fears about black power?  Rivers of blood?  Or, more darkly, was she alluding at the great unmentionable in this campaign, the constant threat of assassination?  A black woman covered with splattered red.  Was she unconsciously expressing the fear for her family of being in the firing line?  Let’s not go there…”  More on sundayherald.com

Me:  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…

Me:  “OMG!!!  Bama baby.  It’s us.  We have to go out and wave.  What am I gonna do with all that blood on my dress?  Shit.  Dang this stoooopid white woman!!!  What the hack.  I ain’t gonna miss the chance to wave at Oprah and make her jealous.  Let’s just go.  Bama baby.”