I was out last night with friends when I got an alarming phone call. It was my mother. She said Obama had been shot and killed.
Obama?
Yes, Obama.
Married? Yeah, married. (oops, sorry, that just reminded me of a scene from Sixteen Candles)
Obama. I sighed, shrugged, and I think I may have said. "Figures." My mom must have thought I was crazy.
Did she say Obama? I don't know. That's what I heard. Obviously when I went and sat down at my computer, I found that it was O-SA-ma, that had been killed. Not O-BA-ma. Needless to say, I was relieved (and a little disturbed at the picture Yahoo decided was appropriate to post of Osama's dead head)
The whole exchange had me giggling this morning.
