As many of you are aware, YZG was born in Yerushalayim.
Note to the “Committee of Concerned Citizens for Blog Security”: This blog’s Chief of Security (i.e. YZG himself) assures me that the above statement does not – repeat, NOT – constitute a security leak. In fact, as eagle-eyed readers will no doubt recall, he even authorized a previous release of this information – in the 1967 Kotel photo post.
But I digress…
So. Where was I?
YZG was born in Yerushalayim.
Needless to say, this is something I’ve known about for, well, a very long time.
But what never occurred to me – until last night, that is – is that YZG can never become President of the United States.
As you can imagine, the realization came as a bit of a shock for me.
Yet, nevertheless, I made it quite clear to YZG that I neither resent it nor hold it against him and that I’m well on my way to forgiving him.
Which is, IMNSHO, quite big of me.
Because, you see, if YZG can’t be President, I can’t be First Lady!
Of course, in and of itself, that wouldn’t be so bad.
For although the whole inaugural ball gown thing would’ve been nice, the drawback is that one’s expected to donate said gown to the Smithsonian at the end of the evening…
But the problem with not getting to be the First Lady is that now, if we ever want to move into the White House, I’ll have to be the one to run for President.
Which might sound like fun to you, but to me – not so much.
Because not only would I have to deal with boring things like campaigning and the economy, but – most importantly – I’m pretty sure that as President, I’d have to give up Our Shiputzim.
After all, BWP (=blogging while President) is more or less guaranteed to destroy the few remaining shreds of my “semi-anonymous” status…