This morning, I poisoned the weeds in the yard before the kids got up. Then I took some photos for listings and Skyped with the hubster. Nothing all that spectacular. The Boy finally got his butt out of bed to talk and I can tell he felt better. The Princess misses her Daddy and changed into her Georgia Tech t-shirt after we were done. It was a pretty normal day. We were trying to watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, when I saw the news. The bottom of the screen read:
BIN LADEN KILLED
BODY IN US CUSTODY
And I thought, "What the heck does THAT mean? How do you kill a body? Did he detonate a suicide bomb on someone in US custody? How does that even happen and since when does Bin Laden push the button? And why does THAT preempt Extreme Makeovers: Home Edition?"
The news people kept blathering on and on, but none of it made sense until someone said President Obama was about to make an announcement.
The news people kept blathering on and on, but none of it made sense until someone said President Obama was about to make an announcement.
And then I finally figured it out. They meant, "Bin Ladin killed, COMMA, body in U.S. custody." I promise, I'm not a moron. I just haven't evolved into the whole intentionally-misspelled-speak-in-cool-acronym-no-punctuation English yet. I was so excited, I nearly started crying. I chased my son out of the shower to watch President Obama make the announcement, and then I called my parents.
Changing the topic slightly, my "normal" day today is VERY different than my "normal" day on the morning of 9/11, that's for sure, although my kids are 9 years apart so my son was about the same age my daughter is now. I think I've told that story on this blog before, so I won't go into a whole bunch of details now. But I do wonder whatever became of my old upstairs neighbor who played this song way too darned loud, non-stop, in the weeks that followed:
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