Happy President's Day

I have decided – this very moment – that President’s Day is my favorite February holiday. Not quite a week after the stress of that other holiday, the gods give us a gift: a day away from all those goofy people in love.

Hey, I’m not bitter. My card is in the mail. You know, because with all the snow out here in the desert, the postmen have had a hard time getting through.

But anyway.

I shipped the folks back to Tennessee yesterday and have a nice, quiet day off all to myself in San Diego. What to do, what to do: a matter to be decided after my morning dose of The West Wing on Bravo. Yep, after my morning dose of… right after my… hey! Where’s my West Wing!?! Where Toby and Josh should be butting heads over policy, Chloe and Santino are butting heads over polyester. Or, more likely, chiffon. Instead of The West Wing, Bravo is airing a Project Runway marathon.

Now don’t get me wrong. I like Project Runway. But on the whole, isn’t Bravo’s REGULAR schedule a Project Runway marathon?

But more to the point, I just want to spend five minutes in the head of Bravo’s Program Director. “Let’s see. President’s Day, President’s Day. People will be home, watching. We’ve got to wow ‘em. We’ve got to change the line-up. I know! Let’s run that fashion show that’s on every five minutes anyway! That’s it! I mean, they can’t possibly be interested in The West Wing today. All that government stuff. Press Secretaries and Chiefs of Staff? No way. Not on President’s Day. I want fresh, new, gay! Gimme Project Runway!”

If only I ruled the world…. Hey! Maybe I should run for President.

Or not.