I Lead, Perhaps, The Most Charmed Life

Life Lesson #376: Ephesians 6:1 - Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.

Aside from having a stank chest (still. despite washing my clothing three times since the Infamous Incident) and occasional squalor home, I am a good girl. Such a winsome, shiny, good girl (even if I do write about my boobs - or rather their clothing - on the internet)! And because I am so absolutely angelic and adorable, my daddy calls me "P.B." Which, clearly stands for "Precious Baby." Wait. Hey, you that's sticking your finger down your throat? You know you wish that YOUR daddy called you that, too. Jealous, much?

Anyway, as Daddy loves me so much and is so, so good to me (thank you for new vinyl siding this year, Daddy, so that I am not currently living with a dray of squirrels!), I am certainly most willing to accomodate his requests as they arise. Sunday night, he pulled me aside during the first part of the church service (thankfully, because while the words of the song were awesome, the tune was h.i.g.h.!) to ask me if I would be willing to deposit a check at the bank the next day to pay for his credit card. It seems he was going to be tied up all day with student registration at the local community college where he teaches (talk about stories - how about the time one of his male students called him "Cupcake"??). Now, while I would be much more willing to deposit a lovely, large check like that into my bank account, I am sweet P.B., remember? And as his little treasure, I was, of course, willing to comply, which paid off (ha! get it?) for me in unfathomable ways.

Now, to be quite honest, I am a Fame Magnet. There were early brushes at the Crosby Golf Tournament as a tot with the likes of Alex Trebek and Kathy Ireland. And then in high school when I was in NYC, I saw Stephen King (who gave me the "thumbs up") and Kareem Abdul Jabaar outside a restaurant filming "The Stand." And then, obviously, there was my remarkable contribution on "Trading Spaces" that has revolutionized the show to what it has become today (no longer on the air??). And then a year and a half ago, when George W. Bush waved RIGHT AT ME from the White House lawn, and then I got to eat lunch in the West Wing. And without a doubt, most recently, Aaron Spelling. Enough said. So, while I typically don't seek these opportunities out, I am just the kind of girl that must attract them.

So, there I was. Just minding my own business (and Daddy's!) and waiting patiently in line at Wachovia, when the next opportunity just fell into my lap (or rather, into my teller's booth). It was stunning, really, as I so would not have recognized her! Clearly, my Latest Brush With Fame has learned how to elude the paparazzi, and yet still make a little pocket money on the side. She was so very cordial, and the two of us lamented the fallibility of men (perhaps she is still experiencing the bitteries from the Kev Fiasco) together as she assisted (ASSISTED!) the male teller at her side. She was staying on the down-low with pics of the kiddos and her wardrobe was uuber conservative, to say the least. Bless her heart, she was just precious. I might start calling her P.B. (click picture below to enlarge, as needed), too:

So, when she offered a lollipop right before I left, I was all "hit me baby one more time!"