I got to spend about a half hour in Warren Buffet's office. It was so cool. He was nice, gracious and funny! It was not floral related, but Mrs. Nebraska related.
Our current Mrs. Nebraska is getting ready to go to nationals to compete for the title of Mrs. America. Each state contestant has to wear a state costume, something that represents her state. In the past, our state queen has worn a husker football uniform, an air force uniform, dressed as a peacock, etc. But, to pay homage to the second richest man in the world and Nebraskan Warren Buffet, I came up with the idea to have Mrs. Nebraska wear a harness that held large fake money fanned around her...think Vegas showgirls and their sparkly feathers...and a navy blue business suit, form fitted to her. It is so cute.
Well, I also wrote him a letter explaining what we wanted to do, asking permission and asking to have a picture taken with him to use in our state ad in the program to drive the association home. The letter was funny, and his assistant called and invited us to come. So we went. It was so great. When it was over, Jennifer and I went to the bathroom and jumped up and down squealing like little girls.
Sorry, no stock tips...he has a policy to never ever do that, even to his closest friends. He was in a great mood, and so I will take that as a sign that the economic recovery has started.
Our current Mrs. Nebraska is getting ready to go to nationals to compete for the title of Mrs. America. Each state contestant has to wear a state costume, something that represents her state. In the past, our state queen has worn a husker football uniform, an air force uniform, dressed as a peacock, etc. But, to pay homage to the second richest man in the world and Nebraskan Warren Buffet, I came up with the idea to have Mrs. Nebraska wear a harness that held large fake money fanned around her...think Vegas showgirls and their sparkly feathers...and a navy blue business suit, form fitted to her. It is so cute.
Well, I also wrote him a letter explaining what we wanted to do, asking permission and asking to have a picture taken with him to use in our state ad in the program to drive the association home. The letter was funny, and his assistant called and invited us to come. So we went. It was so great. When it was over, Jennifer and I went to the bathroom and jumped up and down squealing like little girls.
Sorry, no stock tips...he has a policy to never ever do that, even to his closest friends. He was in a great mood, and so I will take that as a sign that the economic recovery has started.
