Hillary invites me to dinner

She's been after me for months:

Dear Robert,

Summer is a time for simple pleasures: family vacations, baseball games, and dinner out under the stars. At least it is if you aren't running for president!

It sure is nice having a little more time on my hands, and I'd love to spend some of it with you. Would you like to join me for dinner? . . .

This is my first chance to sit down and spend some real one-on-one time with you. If you enter today, we could be having dinner together soon! . . .

Let's go to dinner! Contribute now, and you and I could be enjoying a summer dinner together soon! Join me for dinner. Make a contribution today.

Thank you so much for all your wonderful support.

All the best,

Oh, you coy little minx, you. "Dinner under the stars ... real one-on-one time" -- but don't it alway come down to the money, honey? Let me think about it. I'm a busy guy. Obama wants me backstage with him, you know. In the meantime, how 'bout you get me some coffee?

Let's see you scoff now, Don Surber!