Since the voting results are officially in, I must write a blog to congratulate my dear, dear boyfriend:
Mullows .
I am glad the best man has won. He deserved it (and now he can stop poking me and saying, "But honey, do you think I'll win? Do you? Do you?").
I must commend Uncle Nasty on a good and fair race, even though he tried to use negative media against Mullows through false accusations, such as cheating. All politicians have their tactics though. It's a dirty business...
So congrats honey. You deserved it. I love you. You're wonderful. Now get to work. As will I.
With Mullows being the new... ummm... well, whatever it is he won to be... I am the new First Lady, since I am his first lady in real life. I figured since I am now in a professional and typically conservative position, I must change my look. I cannot bring bad publicity to my man's office. After all, I will be attending all those charity functions now.
Therefore, I have given up my summer bikini look and have decided to try a more professional look. I tried on a few outfits and decided on the best look. While I believe the red suit I've chosen to wear in my head shot brings out the color in my cheeks the best, I do really love the purple outfit... But apparently, as my new maid informed me, purple is too flashy for a first lady. She liked the first outfit, which I found disgusting. So, I need your opinion. You, after all, are my people.
Ummm... I immediately kicked and spit on my new handmaid's face. How dare she put me in this wretched stuffy suit. It obviously doesn't fit!
My arms are too short!! GAG!
Now this one was a little better. Classy with spunk. West Wing meets Sex in the City.
I like it. I'm keeping it for all the shopping I will have to do on Rodeo Drive in Los Angeles and Fifth Avenue in New York. It'll be for all the starving children of course! Who else would I be shopping for??
Now this is what I'm talking about... Don't I look smoking?? But, like I said, the maid said it was too flashy. Damn her. I think she just wanted me to give it to her. You know how the help are. They always want what they can't have.
Oh well... at least I can wear it around the house. I could wear the same outfit in here for days and never run into the same person since this place is so big. It would always appear to be a new outfit.
I really didn't have to PICK an outfit anyway. I bought them all because now I can afford them all! I have your taxes!! I mean... those taxes... yes... feeding starving children... curing AIDS... uh huh... exactly.
unclenasty
