He’s barely been president for a half a day and I’ve already got a gripe: Why wasn’t I invited to at least one of the ten official inaugural balls? I could have shined up my UGGs and shaved for the occasion. I can do the robot and the snake with the best of them. I’m pretty certain that I would have successfully figured out which was the salad fork, and which one was for shrimp. I’m fun, really I am. And so is my wife. I may even have taken the wife to Bolton’s for a new dress. In the next four years I expect this oversight to be corrected. I’m patient. I’d be happy to stay in the Lincoln bedroom for a night – I don’t need a big party or event to attend. Perhaps we can set up a playdate with Sasha and Dev at Camp David. I’m open and so is my family. I’ll have my people call his people.
I’m sure it was lost in the mail. Obama will fix that.
Yes, I’ve also been wondering where my personal invitation is. LOL!
Oh well… I’m sure that invite will be good in 2013.
Sorry, I’m out of work…so even if I were invited to the mall, I couldn’t afford to get my hair did, buy the dress, get nails done, etc. etc. etc!!! What a shame…