Washington, D.C. - Inspired by her popular reception of her article in "Essence" magazine about her role in the White House, Marian Robinson, 71, Barack Obama's mother-in-law has decided to write a behind the scenes tell-all book addressing her life and times with the leader of the free world, her daughter and their children.
With only chapter one of her book completed, publishers are already lined up to bring it to market. Mrs. Robinson opens up her book and the private lives of the first family with her rising up in the early predawn hours to dress up in her White House issued housemaid uniform to fetch her son-in-law's newspaper on the lawn of the West Wing.
"If I told that boy to throw the paper onto the drive way once, I told him a thousand times," writes Mrs. Robinson, as she passes Secret Service agents that open and close the kitchen door behind her. "I swear that newspaper boy acts like he's paid to throw it on the lawn. I really don't know what that man [Barack Obama] wants with a newspaper anyhow anymore anyways. He gets an intelligence briefing every day. So why does he have a newspaper delivered to the White House every morning? I'll tell you why: To get back at me. That's why."
Mrs. Robinson recalls a time when her daughter, Michelle, first brought Barack (then her future son-in-law) home for dinner to meet her.
"Michelle called me up and said to me, 'Mamma, guess who's coming to dinner?' writes Mrs. Robinson. "That was back when she use to call me 'Mamma', but now ever since she got married to you know who, it's 'Mother".
Mrs. Robinson openly admits in her tell-all book that she may have made some disparaging comments about her daughter's date that first night.
"But tell me what good Christian parent names their child Berry Obama?" writes Mrs. Robinson as she ties on an apron, joining the White House kitchen staff as they prepare breakfast for the first family. "Well, I guess he never forgot or forgave me for that night."
Suddenly, a loud buzz sounds in the White House kitchen causing the staff scurry about like a beehive, while Mrs. Robinson moves about in her own fashion seemingly immune to the panic around her as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
"Good morning people of the free world," echoed Barack Obama's voice over the kitchen intercom speakers. "This is your President, Barack Obama. Guess where I'm speaking to you from now? The Lincoln bedroom! I decided to have my breakfast served to me in bed today by my much beloved mother-in-law, Marian. Is she around?"
"Yup that's him alright. My son-in-law," writes Mrs. Robinson, as she sits down at a small table to rub her feet before carrying up to the second floor the president's breakfast try the kitchen staff placed in front of her. "He does that just to remind everybody, maybe just me, that he's the man now. I told Michelle just last week she could have done better for herself but neither of us believed it. She just laughed in my face. I guess she thinks she's all that and a bag of chips now that she's the First Lady. 'Lady?' I said to Michelle. 'Girl, don't even get me started. You know I got some stories to tell about your college days that would cast a shadow a mile long on that title.' Maybe I should write a book about that too. Nah, I'm overworked as it is already."