Breakfast with the President

Two years ago, Big Joel and I had the privilege of attending the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington, D.C. I was so excited when I found out I was going, but that quickly turned to panic when I realized that I literally had NOTHING to wear. I was the administrator of a small Christian preschool at the time, so all of my clothing was either jersey or denim and usually stained with paint or some other kid-friendly/laundry-resistant substance. What DOES one wear to breakfast with the President? I tried to ring the White House to find out what Laura would be wearing. I didn't want to show up in the same outfit. You know us Texas girls must stick together. My calls went unanswered. A minor oversight, I'm sure. Left to my own devices, I finally managed to choose a pink houndstooth suit. Very cute, very Jackie-O minus the pillbox hat. To complete my ensemble, I found the most amazing deep-pink-faux-alligator-high-heeled pumps. I looked good, but let me just say that its difficult to walk in 3 inch heels at 5:00 a.m., which is what time we had to leave our hotel room. Little did we realize, that it would be almost 5 p.m. before we would return to our room. I'm not sure which was harder: walking in 3 inch heels early in the morning, or walking in those same heels 12 hours later. Yeowwwy! I can hardly complain though, because it was such a surreal experience. After the Breakfast, we had a private tour of the White House followed by a tour of the Capitol Building. It was an absolutely wonderful day. And the best part was, Laura and I didn't show up wearing the same suit! Whew! I'm sure she was relieved. I know I was.