Four more years with President Obama, and the first ever popular vote approving same-sex marriage. I’m an incredibly happy camper right now. (If we can get the First Lady to knock of the weight-policing crap, I’ll be even happier. Four more years of “Let’s Move” may be the thing I’m *least* looking forward to out of the election.)
So, here’s a list of “Things Kelly is Not Allowed to Do.”
- Dance in the streets or shout from the rooftops. I’m especially not allowed to dance on the rooftops, because I would fall and break something.
- Pass out celebratory donuts (preferably blue frosting and rainbow sprinkles) at my conservative office.
- Go to every local Chick-Fil-A and yell “HA HA!”
- Bug all my gay friends about when they’re getting married.