As I sit here watching the tail end of the DNC coverage, I am feeling a special thrill. This is the year Elli and I have been waiting for. In mere weeks, we will both be old enough to run for President of the United States. My birthday is first, giving me a two week lead on her. That could make all the difference at the polls. Eat my electoral dust, Elli!
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30 July, 2004 at 4:43 PM
ladygoat
Congratulations! I was so sad in 1992 that I was mere months too young to vote. You picked a doozy of an election year to start off your voting life!
30 July, 2004 at 5:17 PM
Elsa
Ah, Ladygoat, we are no mere striplings, no mere slips of girls. As of this summer, Elli and I are old enough to BE The POTUS! But I’ll take that as a compliment to my skin-care regiment (about which more later).
30 July, 2004 at 8:47 PM
Elli
Holy crap! I’ve got to start building up that slushy fund. I do love a good Slurpee or margarita on the campaign trail.
30 July, 2004 at 9:22 PM
Elsa
Mmm, slush fund. The debates are going to be entertaining. After three margaritas grande, I’ll have to stop trying to pronounce “constituency” and switch to “y’all.”
31 July, 2004 at 10:53 PM
Elli
I count on upholding my record of having never won a debate and hope you nominate me for vice-whatever* because of my good looks and organizational skills. Okay, maybe just my magnificent margarita making ability.
*Are we shooting straight for presidency and bypassing all the kinder-poly jobs?