Hello, Idol!
So today I met one of my idols. No, not Bill. But Hillary!! I love 'em both, so no complaints from me! I got to shake her hand and say, "Natalie Worlow, it's great to meet you." And then I shit my pants. Haha. No, I didn't, but I thought I might. I was a bit shellshocked. I couldn't believe she was right there, shaking my hand. Afterward, Ellen and I were looking at our hands like, "Hillary Clinton touched this. The next President just touched. my. hand!!!" Those extra exclamation points are warranted. Ya'll know that picture of a young high school Bill shaking JFK's hand? Yeah, it was like that. One day, when I'm...doing something successful...I will look back on that and say, "Yes." That's all I'll say. Because I'll be shitting myself.
So to sum up: I want to have that woman's babies.
Also, when I said my last name, there was a quick moment--just a second--where a wave of familiarity fluttered across her face. Like, "Worl--oh, it's gone." And if you know my history--okay, my mom's history--, you'll know that once upon a time Hillary Clinton, the future President, was jealous of me. Oh, yes. Me.
Oh, it was glorious.
So to sum up: I want to have that woman's babies.
Also, when I said my last name, there was a quick moment--just a second--where a wave of familiarity fluttered across her face. Like, "Worl--oh, it's gone." And if you know my history--okay, my mom's history--, you'll know that once upon a time Hillary Clinton, the future President, was jealous of me. Oh, yes. Me.
Oh, it was glorious.