President Obama sent me a box of homemade cookies for my vote. My neighbor got a jetski, and his neighbor got a Fisher-Price playtime kitchen, which was weird because he lives alone, but he seemed happy with it and that's what matters. The cookies were chewy and still warm, and the President's handwritten note assured me they had each spent several hours in the Lincoln Bedroom before being packed up by the newly married couple the Obamas had invited to spend the night there. President Obama did not identify whether the married couple was gay or straight and that's how it should be because marriage is marriage and until I need to start qualifying mine as an "Oklahoma" wedding, I don't see why anyone else should have to qualify theirs.
The cookies were delicious.