Keeping me humble

One minute I'm running a community meeting with my constituents, shaking hands and smiling as they thank me for the work I'm doing as city councilwoman.

I'm cleaning up some run-down neighborhoods.

When I say something, reporters write it down and put it in the newspaper. (Still trying to get used to that.)

I'm somebody important.

I have business cards that say so.

My name is engraved on a desk at city hall.


Then I came home . . .

and cleaned up a huge pile of dog poop from the living room floor.

Thanks, Mocha, for helping to keep it all in perspective for me.