Well someone has decided to steal my spotlight yet again. First he beats me regularly at Wit's End (although I did win at Scrabble last week - "QUAD" with a triple letter score on the "Q" - boo yah), and now this.
I meet (or at least make eye contact with) Oprah. My boyfriend meets President Barack Obama.
If you remember (schsssrrroooooooooooop ... um, "rewind"), I intimated in my post about our DC trip that the BF had made a subsequent trip to DC right after we were there. And that he did. To meet the president.
Now you're probably thinking, "Oh, well, he must have gotten some great honor to hob nob with the president like that. Perhaps he built an orphanage or took down a health insurance company. Or won a Nobel Prize! (har har - too soon?). "
Nope.
"Well, then he must be involved in some very official and important government-related program to be invited to have lunch with Obama. Lunch!"
Also no.
"He donated a large sum of money?"
Ha. Laughable.
...
He won a raffle. A raffle to meet Obama.
And I suppose that's cool. But that boy gets everything. First a $500 scratch-off at Christmas and now this. Oh and ME. Lucky jerk. Wouldn't shave his beard for me, but for Obama! No question! He's an all-American boy!
(Irony there - it scratches my face even more now the day after he shaves it than it would have anytime during the three years he was fully Hemingway-faced. Of course.)
Oh, and here's the photographic proof. He's making copies if you would like one.
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