> You forgot the part about the bra!
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> Mi"demands an explanation"a

Ok, ok.

So I was getting dressed to go to work at oh-dark-thirty this morning, and it was dark, and Leen was still mostly asleep. I put on my coat, whispered, "Bye! Time to go meet the President!" and started out. Then I turned around, because my coat wasn't wearing right. "This is a great way to meet the President," I said, motioning to the bra that was dangling down in front of me. It had adhered to the velcro where the hood attaches to the main part of my coat. Leen laughed herself awake.

It almost would have been worth going in like that to see if the Secret Service people would retain their professional demeanor. Even better if I had gotten tackled by one of them.