I think I ate too much chocolate. I'm a little excitable today. Sorry about that last post.
Here's what happened - I was sitting at my computer, trying to think up silly quotes for the chapter headings of my minion school story ("Even small beings can do great things, if you have enough of them." That sort of thing). Then, everything starts shaking. The windows, pictures on the wall. I can hear helicopter rotors, but much louder than the usual news copter kind. I go outside thinking, this must be what it feels like to be in a war zone. Two giant military copters are at tree-top level, incredibly low, circling my neighborhood. Along the sides I read, "The United States of America" so I think, phew, we're not under attack by a foreign country, which was my worry. Then a smaller, half-green/half-white copter flies by, with the same wording, and lands across the street, at the junior college.
They were so low, it was crazy. I waved at them, thinking the pres was in one of the big ones, but later I found out he was in the smaller two-toned one. I had waved at that one too. I hope the president didn't pick up on the fact that he received my "I'm sure you're important, too," pity-wave that was meant for his security detail.