This is kind of like when you're seventeen and your parents finally pull out of the driveway for a weekend upstate. Except these people have to go clean up an already waiting mess, instead of inviting all their friends to spill Bud Light on the linoleum. At least Mr. You-Ain't-Nobodies-President-No-Mo! and his wife won't be pulling back in on Sunday afternoon. Well, as Obama has shown us, one can only hope.