Say Yes, Obama

“Oh, by the way, we’re inviting the Obamas to our wedding.”

Good Man stared at me. “What?”

“The Obamas? We’re inviting them to our wedding.”

“Are you joking?”

I shook my head, “I’m dead serious.”

“But they won’t come,” said Good Man.

“Right, but we’ll get a signed card from them.”

Good Man stared at me. “Are you kidding?”

“No.”

“America is strange.”