And she’s from the South Side, so don’t tempt her. (To see full size of image, click here.)

And why did Klymaxx’s hit “Meeting In the Ladies Room” pop on in my head at the thought of that?**

You just don’t know what me and Michelle Obama are talking about.

Seriously. You don’t mess with the Midwest. (And feel free to rock these on your blogs or Web pages, just give me a shout-out or a little linkage when you post.)

Apologizes for why I haven’t done one of these in a while. New pictures. New clothes. Same awesome Michelle.

Now for some this campaign is about Barack, but not me. It’s always been about Michelle. She’s the one I identify with, who sounds like my mother, aunts and friends. She … what’s the parlance? Keeps it real. I mean, if I wanted to see future first lady 1.0, I’d be blogging about that Fembot Nancy Reagan look Cindy McCain is rocking. And, let’s face it, back when there were nine or fourteen or whatever how many Republicans still in the hunt she didn’t even crack into my fav five.

Fred Thompson’s wife was hot n’ bitchy. Romney’s one-n-only was the “Girl Next Door.” Judith Giuliani was my favorite most likely to “go insane and kill someone” chick. Cindy is just meh. She’s not even the coolest McCain. That designation belongs to his beyond ancient, Last Confederate Widow mom who, like all people of a certain age, just said whatever bigoted, “I hate Mormons” crap that came out of her mouth.

But all those crazy, kooky broads aren’t good enough to hold Michelle’s purse. But I’m tired of writin’. Let’s look at the clothes!

In Pennsylvania, Michelle came out to press the flesh in a lovely green knit top. Nothing too crazy. Always classy. I like. I like.

Michelle whipped out her favorite belt as well. A little snake to spice up an otherwise bland khaki mix-in-match. But, once again. The hair is looking fabulous.

And I wish I could get a better shot of those shoes. They look interesting. Oh, well. Let’s move on to what I thought was Michelle’s most recent fashion TKO.

And the men all pause when she walks into the room!

Uh-Ooh-uh-uh-Ooh! This is an amazing dress. I loved the dark jewel tone and the display of leg was of such lethality that I was a little uncomfortable when Stephen Colbert began to uncomfortably hit on her in a comic bid to make Barack jealous. Plus, it pulled me into my usual of game of reading sexual innuendo into everything the candidates, their spouses and surrogates say.

Yes, we can, look for innuendo! Yes. We. Can!

It’s just my personal game. I’m not sure if anyone else does this. I’m bored basically … And … I’ll admit it …

I have a dirty mind. Blame Prince.

**Oh, and for the uninitiated. Michelle n’ Barry probably rocked it to this jam back in those crazy 80s. Man. I heart this video.