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They got him!

I woke up in such a bad mood. My husband was supposed to let me sleep in, but it didn't go my way. I went down to make coffee all annoyed and my husband called down to me to come up to the living room. I heard the Prime Minister's voice and thought, What on Earth is he calling me in to see (I'm usually very uninterested in British politics - posh accents put me to sleep). Annoyed and bitchy, walked in and said,'What??' he told me to look at the news ticker. I sat in disbelief and to my surprise, began to cry bittersweet tears. They got the f@cker! Bin Laden is dead! I was overcome with emotion. My only disappointment was that I didn't hear the news from my president in my country. I didn't get to celebrate with other Americans. All I could do was sit there and cry watching the footage of the Americans celebrating in the streets. I realized I would have been out there with them spontaneously celebrating that justice has finally been done. I felt enormously patriotic. I grabbed my phone & text the small group of Americans I know here in England and asked if they had seen the news yet so I had someone to rejoice with in the same way I was. Don't get me wrong, Wayne was great. He hugged me and sat there with me while I waited to see the president's speech I had missed while I slept, but he couldn't truly understand what I was feeling. I have never in my life been glad to hear of someone's death (I think I was the only one on earth to be disturbed by the sight of watching Saddam be lead to his death. To me, he looked like a pathetic old man. I wasn't sorry when he was dead, but I wasn't happy either), but today I was happy. Today, I hope there is a hell so that he burns for all eternity. Today is a good day for Americans. Today, we have some closure for that horrific day.

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Anonymous said…
Erren,
Love the new pic! You look TINY! I'm glad you update them every once in a while. It keeps it current and real. I sometimes think I forget what you look like - you hot momma :-) Miss you, Chris
Erren said…
Thank you, Chris! You are so sweet! I miss you too!

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