My, what a Thanksgiving Christian and I had.
Sometimes I think I'm the only one who knows my beloved husband for the prankster that he is.
We had the Obamas over-yes, those Obamas-and as I was busy telling my servants what to do, Christian snuck into the kitchen where Corn the Turkey-yes, that Corn the Turkey-was being prepared for dinner. Christian stole away with the uncooked turkey neck without anyone knowing, and, when our guests arrived, he put it to hilarious use.
Ding-dong! went the doorbell.
It was the Obamas!
It was their first time to our mansion, and I was anxious to make a good impression.,
"Christian!" I called out. "Can you get that?"
"Of course, Ana," he called back.
What I didn't see was that when he went to the door he unzipped his fly and stuck the raw turkey neck out of it.
"Oh, my God!," he cried in front of our horrified guests. "There's been a horrible accident!"
Poor Michelle ran away screaming. Barack, dear Barack, was in tears.
Deep down, I think they thought it was a good joke, but...
I don't think we'll ever see them again.
