For those of you who know me on the Facebook, you know from whence this photo comes. For those of you who do not, these are presidential bowling shoes you’re looking at.
After we returned from vacation, Swede and I hit up the Truman Lanes at the White House for some bowling. Before you get your laces in a knot, his high school alumni group sponsored the event.
I totally should have just lied to you right then and been all, “Oh, yah, we bowl with Barry and Michelle twice a month. How do you think Michelle got those guns of hers?”
But I’m not a very good liar.
So there’s the truth.
I’m also not much of a thief, and Sister #1 was disappointed that I didn’t walk out with these shoes on.
“I make it a policy not to bogart shit from the White House,” I said.
She said I should rethink my policies.