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That's What She Said–In Utah This Week

This week’s installment of “That’s What She Said.”  A letter written to our future White House occupant–before, of course, the election took place.  Change=pink, people.  Now let’s stop with the hateful comments OK?  This blog is supposed to be fun, and frankly the hate takes the fun right out of it for me.


  • You forgot to ask for the national beverage to be named as Crown Royal…

  • Hey POTIS, what’s happening? Yeah, listen, I’m gonna need you to go ahead and come in on Saturday, see our country’s in a bit of a bad situation right now and we need to play a little catch up on the global economy. And, you know, our reputation isn’t so hot after Hurricane W came through here, so I’m going to need you to go ahead and come in on Sunday too. M’Kay? Thanks.

  • (And naturally that should have been POTUS.)

  • “skinny is the new happy.”

    That would explain why I’m depressed.

    ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

  • So…if smart is the new skinny and skinny is the new happy then does smarts=happiness. If so you should totally start eating sugar again while you do math homework.

  • Dearest Sarah,

    I could not help but overhear the conversation you and the future President of the United State had, and I must say I noted an air of flirtatiousness which flusters my jelly-thrusters quite rashly if I do say so myself.

    I understand that you are not ready for a relationship after the damage a certain Troll-Deficient Action Figure did to your heart. And, as patient and enduring love goes, I am willing to wait till both you and I are old and crusty, and our juices are naught but cakes of powder. Such is the nature of love unconditional.

    But to meet this stranger for coffee, in a city miles away from my watchful eyes upon your blog? To ask him to pay, no less? And do it all right in front of me?

    Oh! Cupid’s arrow hath a poison-dipped tip, and the venom of jealousy flows through my veins till both rigor mortis and rageful mourning defeat me.

    Would that I were ebony as you so desire! That I could afford such a suit as he wears; that my voice which trembles in operatic vibrato were powerful and strong as his own; that I had a place of power as he does! But alack, I have naught but my love, war-torn and mired, and the promise that you may have not one, not two, but nay thousands of puppies in any White House you desire.

  • Dear Sarah,

    Aside for picking the calendar hotties, what were you going to do for your country after your wish list of: pink, wine, chocolate, girly girl and coffee is granted? I am confident this new administration will grant everyone’s wish list. Congratulations.

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