So, you know how if you send a wedding invitation to the White House, you’ll get a signed note of congratulations back? (I swear I’m not nuts and all the Pinterest action hasn’t gone to my head… I just am a professional bridesmaid (see photo) and invite-addresser for my nearest and dearest. Really, I promise.)
Anyway, I awoke from a dream this morning where I was rushing to get married so that I could get a note from Barry and Michelle and I missed the cut-off! Mr. Obama lost the election, and Newt Gingrich replied “yes” to the invite… so I was left explaining to all my friends and family how I “knew” Mr. Gingrich.* I think maybe one of his secret servicemen did the worm, too.
To clarify, I am neither Nostradamus nor am I engaged, so… I don’t think anyone (read: democrats or BG) has anything to worry about.
*I mean, at least Romney knows the words to “Who Let the Dogs Out.” Not that that would ever make it onto the reception playlist unless I lost some sort of bet.