Another great moment of the president relating with regular folks.
From a Social Security event in Galveston, Texas:
MR. BENTLEY: And we're operating in central Iraq. I'll be back there next week.
[Snip]
THE PRESIDENT: How many children you got?
MR. BENTLEY: We have two children. We have a four-year-old son named Patrick, and a three-month-old daughter named Elaine that I just got to meet for the first time.
THE PRESIDENT: Really?
MR. BENTLEY: Yes, sir.
THE PRESIDENT: No wonder you're emotional. (Laughter.) That's awesome.
MRS. BENTLEY: She was born two days after he deployed.
THE PRESIDENT: Yes, great.
I almost always sign with my middle initial included. When I was growing up I had a step-sister with the same first & last name (because my dad adopted her). Both of us were always addressed with our first & middle names, too.
I always sign things with my middle name (which I don't use here because I do exist indentifiably online with the full name). As I've gotten older I've wanted a name with more meat in it instead of just the three syllables of first name-last name. Should have married a man with more syllables.
I nearly got in a fight with my mother because she said I had to lose my middle name on marriage and only use my maiden name as my new middle name. I think this stems from teh fact she hates her middle name and was glad to lose it (another family name that is stupid as a given name).
Lush is so screwed up. The package I sent to my mom and SIL for mother's day? It's in Massachusetts right now. I ordered it yesterday.
The package I ordered for Tim last Wednesday? Just landed in California. Lush is in Vancouver, which is up the coast.
Huh.
Oh! Secretary's Day started out well!
I lent a coworker my David Sedaris Me Talk Pretty One Day.
He just returned it with apologies for "scribbling" on the title page.
I opened it and it's signed to me by Sedaris! He did a signing at UCLA.
On an unrelated topic, would it be terribly uncouth of me to tear apart this oven-fried chicken I'm eating for lunch with my hands? The drumstick was easy enough to eat, but I'm having trouble coming up with a polite way to dismantle the breast. Hmmm.....
Fried chicken and pizza are finger food if you want them to be.
At home or on a picnic, yes. But at my desk, for some reason I'm hesitant.
I am the proud new owner of an old pink rotary dial phone. YAY!
No, Jessica, that's how you eat chicken. Just lay in a supply of napkins before you start.
