They say as couples get older they start to look like each other. I’m not saying that the O’s are old, I’m just saying it’s uncanny how much they already look and act alike. By the time they’re really old, in a few years, they’ll look like triplets. Fortunately we had some great photo-ops today for both Lady M with Svetlana (don’t they have any other female names in the former Soviet Union?) and Big Guy with Dmitry. I think you’ll see what I mean.
You’ll recognize this first great photo op right away: Sveltlana Medvedeva and Lady M at the Duke Ellington school talent show:
It’s the negative of this one taken in France last year:
This next one’s just a fashion observation from your faithful and humble refraction device: This concept doesn’t work any better in the long version than it did in the short.
And the passage of a year’s time isn’t adequate to make random ribbon, ruffles and lace any more fashion forward than it was the first time around in Britain, when it was worn with a London taxi cab belt. But I admire MO’s recycling efforts.
But back to the O’s: here we are high-fiving the crowd. Svetlana really got into the spirit of it – silly girl , she thought the crowd was waving at her too.
Unfortunately, our little “vacation” didn’t last long enough to take proper care of our guns: maybe we should consider giving up the sleeveless look until we have a little more time to spend in the gym. I think the lipo-sucker missed a spot or two on this round.
And both of the O’s seemed to enjoy their new little Russian friends. It just looks like they’re condescending, they’re really just towering.
And here’s one last great photo-op: Big Guy taking Dmitry to Ray’s Hell Burgers for lunch. Great idea. Let’s show Dmitry how the little people live in the previously great nation of America.
Nobody, not even the most awesome president in the history of the republic, looks cool with cheese and onions hanging out of their mouth.