Dear Weekend:
Please hurry up and pass me by. I have to attend my brother in law's wedding and Hubby is the best man which means that while Hubby is riding in the limo and having a grand old time, I'll be scrubbing spit up off my good dress and watching SpongeBob.
Dear President Obama:
Why did you have to pick THIS weekend to visit my fair city? You should come next weekend when I've sufficiently recovered from The Big Fat Wedding Where 9dstpm Does Not Have Fun. I really wanted to meet you and talk about education and the economy and then ask you for Dennis' phone number since he is a HUGE supporter of your campaign.
Seriously, I am very upset that I will miss your visit.