OBAMA TO VAN NUYS: LOVE YA BABY, MMMUAH!

We were coming home from picking up a load of groceries, when we noticed news vans and cars parked up and down the streets nearby. Crap. Had someone been murdered? Had Britney strayed from her post in Studio City? A quick scan of the scene revealed a lonely towncar parked near our house bearing two unamused fellows and government plates. Hm.

We whipped out the cute (come, small child, grab your mini stroller and let's go for a walk). And look who we ran into (yeah, us and about half the neighborhood, including cursory and photo-op-worthy animals and children). I did the best I could with the little basic digital. Barack Obama sat in our neighbor's backyard speaking with canned guests about their debt and the loan crisis and how he and his wife had to dig out from 10 years of student debt. Then he emerged, and slowly took off leaving more reporters streaming out of that backyard than a Ringling Bros. clown car. Some days I loves being middle class. You go, Obama!

Stumble It!