Dear Extreme Makeover: Home Edition,
Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but I was one of the zillions of Pocatello-ans standing in a crowded, sun-stroked group of screaming idiots on your visit to my hometown (area). If you don't remember me by name, then perhaps you can re-watch tonight's episode. About 45 minutes into the show, just after the family pulls up to the house in the limo, you scanned the crowd. I'm the gigantic fuzzy blob of white that's waving (but not looking at the camera because I was forbidden and threatened that if I did, I would not be on the show).
I would like to thank you for my first Hollywood exposure tonight (as well as a possible exposure to skin cancer). I waited long and terrible hours for that split second of TV time.