I was on the couch last night, watching the fight between Nene and Star Jones.
I was thinking, “Why do I watch this nonsense?” I had on Celebrity Apprentice and Nene was in Star’s face, shouting something about....honestly, I wasn’t sure.
On the lower half of my screen I noticed the message:
“President Obama is due to speak shortly....”
I lump immediately formed in my throat.
And then, weirdly, I thought, “Aliens?” I’ve always believed that we couldn’t possibly be alone.
A cold chill went down my back. If it were aliens, I was going to grab the kids and run to the neighbor’s house. I was going to say, “Hello, hi, aliens are coming down and I refuse to be alone. Can I sleep with you?”
I started to chew on my fingernail. It’s a bad habit, I know, but I do it when I’m nervous. And I was nervous. I couldn’t even focus on Celebrity Apprentice. They were talking about hair. Or something.
Then the special news report popped on. I sat up on the couch, waiting.
And then I saw it…
Osama Bin Laden was dead.
Ding dong the ass is dead.
It took me a few seconds to register this. He was gone....dead....
“Osama is dead!” I shouted to no one. I wished my husband was there to celebrate with. I ran upstairs to Tommy, who was almost asleep.
“Tommy,” I said, sticking my face in his. “Tommy, the bad guy is dead!”
Tommy knows bits and pieces on what happened during 9/11.
“What?” he grumbled, pulling the covers over his head.
“The bad guy is dead!”
Tommy slowly peeked out. “What bad guy?”
“Osama Bin Laden!”
Tommy still looked baffled. “Who is that?”
I had to speak so he could understand. “He was….sort of like who the Joker was in Batman. He was the bad guy. And everyone was searching for him and finally, we got him. Well, the troops got him which proves they deserve a raise.”
Tommy’s eyes lit up with understanding. “So the joker is dead?”
“Well, he was a complete ass like the joker. I’m sorry, don’t repeat that tomorrow. But it’s a wonderful day, Tommy. You’ll remember this for the rest of your life, I promise you!”
I rushed back downstairs and got on Facebook. Basically everyone was talking about Bin Laden’s death. I chimed in a few times on status updates. I thought about what Tom must be feeling in Korea. Were they celebrating over there? Probably.
Someone on the forum I write at summed it up perfectly:
“The girl married her Prince. The bad guy is dead. It’s a real Disney weekend here on Earth.”
Thank you, military troops.