Today's the day. The Obamas head over to Buckingham Palace for a sit-down with the Royal one. For tea and talk. I feel a little sorry for Obama this week. His first G20 summit is Thursday in London. He will be meeting, for the first time, the top dignitaries of the 19 other countries that make up 85% of the world's wealth to discuss this fine financial mess we've all gotten ourselves into. If that isn't stressful enough he and Michelle had to somehow squeeze in time to learn Royal protocol for meeting HRH Queen Elizabeth II. I think Obama might be more nervous about today's meeting. Can I ask this? Can I do that? Does she speak first or do I? Do I bow? Shake hands? How do I hold this freakin dainty teacup? Can I ask for coffee instead? If there's a lull in the conversation can I ask if she pulls for Beckham when he's playing for LA Galaxy? And just when I'm getting comfortable in my 300 year old chair I have to leave. Do I back out of the room? Will she tell me to get out? What if I trip over a corgi? Oh I think Obama might visibly sweat over this one. She may look like a sweet grandma, but this woman is tough as nails! At least we can rest assured, as Americans, that the meeting won't be an embarrassment to our nation. Michelle will be there! So good luck to them both! Can't wait to hear about the visit.