I just got a letter from my cousin George. I had no idea whatsoever I had a cousin George, until now. You'll excuse me if I'm still a bit flabbergasted - I guarantee you would be too, if you had received this particular letter.

It seems that everyone and his dog is into genealogy, these days, and it appears that our elected representatives are no exceptions. As it turns out, I am apparently the fifth cousin to our very own George W. Bush. The one in the White House, yes. I'm sure you understand my perplexed state of mind at this point.

If that wasn't enough, I have now been cordially invited to a nice little Saturday barbecue, down at the ranch. The one in Crawford, Texas, yes. Although I do not exactly agree with the policies of George W. Bush and my common sense tells me to graciously decline, I am still intrigued by the opportunity to learn more about what must be considered the ultimate top brass in U.S. society. There is no RSVP deadline, and it seems you can just show up on the date in question and call for a ride, so at least I have plenty of time to decide.

On a more paranoid note, it is a bit unsettling to receive an invitation from the currently acting President, since that invariably means I've already been checked out by the men in long coats and dark glasses. In other words, The Department of Homeland Security is now aware that I've been surfing the internet for pictures of a scantily dressed Pamela Anderson and, no doubt, a large number of other things I'd rather they weren't.

So what should I do? Do I go to Texas in May or do I stay home? I'll need some time to think this over.

Update:

As you might have suspected, this is indeed just a hoax. Happy April Fool's Day, everyone! And just in case you were wondering, you can thank CNN for giving me this crazy idea.