Two friends and I will be seeing the sights and attractions of our countries history, and through a great connection, we have the possible opportunity to have an exclusive tour of Le Maison Blanc (for those of you who don't speak French, that's The White House).
The father-in-law of a friend of mine has some position within the U.S. Military that affords him the opportunity to give exclusive tours of the presidential home. In order to be placed on the VIP list, one must submit their name, date of birth and social security number. I can only assume this is to make sure each and every person is legit and isn't going to harm any one or anything within the walls of the White House.
Which got me thinking this morning, there must be some White House lackey who has been assigned to use Government Google (if such a thing exists) to find all they can about Kerrie Leigh Johnson. I pity that poor young lad. I wonder what kind of interesting things this person would find out about me?
Like I have a terrible credit score? That the majority of my income goes towards Target and bookstores? That I rarely have the prescribed maintenance done on my car? That I generally vote Republican? That I've had my license suspended before? That I stole chapstick when I was 5 years old and was forced to give it back to the manager by my grandmother?
What other jewels of information might this White House intern find out? Heaven only knows. But certainly, this person has stumbled across this blog. This blog that I rarely, if ever, update. Just based on this, Intern might know all of the books I read in 2008, that I got a Sunshine Yellow Kitchen Aid mixer for my birthday, that I'm generally a boring person.
Which leads me to my final thought. What if this person thinks I'm funny? And somehow, by some great force of nature, Intern starts to read my blog? To which I say, Hello Intern! Welcome to my Blog!
3 comments:
I don't believe in chat language, but when you are actually laughing out loud by yourself at something that you read on your friend's blog, what else do you say besides "lol"...?
You could have just said, "HA!" and I would have known exactly the pitch and tone you were saying it in. I would imagine your head being thrown slightly back, and I would also imagine Jensen, somewhere in your house, doing the same. And perhaps Al would ask what was so funny to you and Jensen (which really is only funny to you, but your parrot echoed you) and you would share with him what was so funny ... but then I can't imagine his laugh, because I don't think I recall what his laugh sounds like. But that will change once you return to the United States and I meet Al for reals this time.
I Loves the KareBear to pieces!
U.B.
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