I was thinking of doing an Obama quotes arty book for the BOG...

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16. oops!

Only this minute did I remember the awful way one of the Repukes referred to President Obama himself as 'that one'. But I know everyone knows I meant the picture. Odd what dredges up old memories, isn't it? I hadn't thought about it for so long. Unfortunately sometimes I have a memory like a (yikes!)... elephant.

Seguing right along, this Sunday I plan to wear my elephant-print wraparound fisherman pants to church. If anyone remarks on the print, pray that I don't spout off about how much I love sitting on elephants! Actually, these are clearly Asian and I don't suspect them of being tainted with American politics at all.

The lady I most like to sit with during service is sweet, very old, nearly blind, and quite deaf. She's the one who was standing next to me in line at a carry-in and brought the entire noisy room to an awkward silence after she boomed: "ARE YOU THE LADY WHO WRITES THOSE LETTERS IN THE PAPER?? I LOVE 'EM BUT MY SON HAS TO READ THEM OUT LOUD FOR ME BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE." By some miracle I managed not to cackle and rofl; she might've taken it wrong. I was just so delighted at the way she brought the whole room to a screeching halt. Her poor son, arch conservative that he is like the rest, stood there frustrated but at least smart enough not to intrude on the moment. One of my favorite occasions in life, and I was (almost) completely innocent. I just smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am, guilty as charged!"

(I'll try to remember not to tell this story again for a lonnnnng time.)