I hope that blogging this doesn't somehow jinx it, but I have just been invited to dinner at the White House. Yes, the one down in Washington, D.C.! The President is hosting a dinner for the Special Olympics in honor of Maria Shriver, and I am to be a guest. I am sitting here in the middle of my parents' Cape house, shucking corn, and my legs are shaking. Ned is napping, Nat is pacing, the Puppies are playing on Max's computer. Life goes on, but I am going to the White House!
What the heck am I going to wear? It is black tie; I was told that Mrs. Bush wears long formal gowns to these things. I have no such thing but you bet I will get one!
Other than that, I suppose I will hand the Prez an (autographed) copy of MPWA, just to make double sure he is aware of autism as something other than a tragedy people are trying to extinguish. I will show him pictures of Nat getting his medals and at his bar mitzvah! I am allowed to bring a guest and we will see if my parents can look after the boys so that Ned can go -- that is, if I can pursuade him to put on a tux!