LOL...MUD
"I don’t have a brother named Bill, but there have been times when I imagined such a scenario. Daddy was a salesman and he was charming. I started doing some research on my family around 1990, and to my surprise, Daddy often seemed to be in the same places as Bill Clinton’s mother. I even have relatives from Malvern, Arkansas, named Kelly. I asked a nephew once what he would do if he found out he was related to Bill Clinton. He said he would slit his own throat. That’s about the reaction I felt, so I never carried the investigation very far. I had done so much better in my life than poor ol’ Bubba that I’d hate to make him feel like the black sheep of the family. Bill Clinton didn’t own a home until someone bought him one. I worked and paid mine off by the time I was 45. I’ve never been accused of a crime, much less lied under oath. I had much better looking kids. I gave blood, Bill sold other people’s, after it was contaminated. I divorced a much nicer person than the one he’s stuck with. If I shake my finger at you and say, "I never had sexual relations with that woman!", it’s the truth! And I was never impeached."
"Daddy said you couldn’t pick your relatives anyway and sometimes you were better off leaving them behind and never looking back. I wouldn’t speak to Bill Clinton if he were my twin. I decided, why bother? There is an old fable about the tree of life. Each of us is a leaf. You can trade your leaf for any other leaf on the tree; trade lives with any one you could imagine. If I ever start feeling sorry for myself, I stop and realize that I’m blessed to have my leaf; I've never found another I’d be willing to exchange it for. Brother Bill needs to finally shut up and get a life."
Awesome AuntB...thanks fer sharing!!!
FReegards...OpieMUD