All you crazy kids trying to figure out what happened. HERE'S what happened.

Barack and Hillary arrive at Dianne Feinstein's place. Dianne greets them at the door wearing an apron, a nice comfortable house dress and slip on shoes. She's been cooking all day and the house smells of chicken baking in the oven. She invites the two into the kitchen, where it's "less formal".

Dianne - You kids relax, I can take care of dinner.

Hillary - Is there anything I can do you help, Dianne?

Barack - I'll help set the table. Why don't you sit down? It looks like you've been cooking all day. It smells wonderful.

D - Oh you're such a nice young man. But look at you! A SCARECROW!! Skinny as a rake. Doesn't that wife your's feed you? FEH! You young people. ACK!

H - Dianne, rest your feet. Barack and I can help.

D - Oy! Don't talk about my feet. They're killing me! But don't you two worry about me. It will pass. Barack darling, open some nice wine for us.

An hour passes while the trio sips wine and Dianne insists that no one help her in the kitchen all the time reminding Hillary and Barack many times how she almost fainted from exhaustion in that hot kitchen.

Finally dinner is served and they all sit down to eat.

D - Hillary! Stop picking at your vegetables, there are children starving in Europe that would love a nice meal like this. Barack! Sit up straight, do you want to look like a hunch back?

Dinner conversation is light chatter. Just as Barack finishes his last bite of chicken, Dianne serves up another heaping mound of chicken and potatoes on his plate.

B - Oh, Dianne no thank you I can't eat another bite.

D - BARACK DOESN'T LIKE THE WAY I COOK CHICKEN!

B - No, no, no! Dianne I LOVE the way you cook chicken. I'm just so full. If I have another bite, I'll start growing feathers!

D - Ok, this I understand. A man says he's full. That's perfectly acceptable. <pause> So I'll wrap some up in wax paper for later.

H - I'll take a little more, Dianne.

D - Hillary, darling. You know I love you like a daughter. But have you looked at your tookus? Have some steamed carrots.

After dinner is done and Dianne clears the table and does the dishes, mops the kitchen floor, takes out the garbage (of course with NO help), she joins Barack and Hillary in the sitting room to talk about their "troubles".

D - So what can I do to help?

B - Well, Dianne it looks like we've got everything ironed out.

H - Yes, thank you so much for having us over. I think we're ready to unite the party.

D - What? What are you talking about? All the work I've done!! Worked my fingers to the bone and now I've been cast aside like an old dish rag? *sigh* Well, it's done. There's nothing I can do about it now. Don't worry about me, I'll be alright.