I know I know it's supposed to be a surprise.
And yes yes, I know I know, candidates surprises are traditionally in October.
But, not this one and I just had to let the cat out of the bag a little early.
Turns out, the kid that hacked Palin's computer also hacked this letter, but didn't want to admit it for fear of doing another 20 hard.
Anyway, here's the letter she's dictated:
Dear John,
It's the White House, or no house I'm afraid. It's time to leave all 13 of my houses.
Yes, It's that time: time for you to go, as per the prenup. You remember that dear? Well, if not have one of your staffers remind you about it all, OK?
But, don't worry you can always sleep around in your Senate office, just like you used to in the old days.
Goodbye for now,
Cindy
Ps. Please don't crash my plane, when you go-- I really need it to get around Arizona.
Also, the kid found another draft letter, also dictated :
Dear Governor Crist,
Would you be perhaps in need of a very rich wife with whom to share many wonderful pleasures in the years leading up to your potential 2012 White House bid? Or would that be 1616? Well, either is OK by me, I'm much younger than John was, you know. Oh pooh. I have such bad memories when I think of what could have been.
Anyway, I've already measured the White House drapes, and I just can't let go after all that hard measuring, and pacing around, and all that phoning to those nasty drapery consultants.
Whew!
I'm rather tired even just remembering it all.
I already have a prenup drawn up that should be good for both of us. No hanky panky stuff, I promise.
Always a big fan,
Love Always,
Cindy.