Warm Chicken Noodle Soup

Yea, so Michelle and Barack….Am I the only one who looks at them in complete admiration? That right there, that’s real love. I look at them and I feel like I just had some warm chicken noodle soup. You know that warm, comforting, its cold and raining outside but I’m laid up in bed under a quilt so I’m good feeling? Yeah that’s the feeling I’m getting when I look at those two. I want to be a Michelle to a Barack, a Claire to a Heath-cliff. Black love is a beautiful thing. Now I’m not knocking anyone of a different race, don’t get me wrong but to see a black man and woman in love doing their thing, gets me in my soft spot each and every time. That’s the main reason why even though the boobs and the lips have plenty of white men circling the house, I can’t go there. But that’s another topic for another day. I debated puting this in here, being that this is a blog of a duo (me and the sis) and I really don’t want the fam up in my business; but a blog is never really all that good until you get personal. That being said,…..I, yes I, Miss Stoosh, the one everyone thought was always too uppity, too saddity, and well of course stoosh, have met someone recently. Someone who has me overdosing on the warm chicken noodle soup. I know, I know, hell must have frozen over. I was always the cynical, overly sarcastic, brothas aint $%*! type lol. But I have to admit, dude has me nervous, actually shut me up a couple of times….and I’m the type to ALWAYS have some slick or smart thing to say. Brotha got me beaming so bright, my friends have nicknamed me “Sunshine”. So sistah, I know you’re reading this, that’s the reason I’m cheesin all the time, so you can stop giving me the side-eye, lol. I’m not up to no good, I’m just enjoying my warm…chicken..noodle..soup….mmmmmm.