So I’ve finally hit the final Age Related Legal Milestone.
35. I can finally run for President of the United States.
Who wants to be my running mate? I’ll even be the V.P…. I’m not in it for the glory.
So I’ve finally hit the final Age Related Legal Milestone.
35. I can finally run for President of the United States.
Who wants to be my running mate? I’ll even be the V.P…. I’m not in it for the glory.
It looks like I’m going to have to step up to the plate and do it.
Excellent! I’ll take the north and you cover the south. We’re a shoo-in!
What’s our platform by the way? A Mac N’ Cheese in every pot?
Can I have a cushy ambassadorship if you get elected? I’m thinking somewhere easy, like New Zealand or maybe the Bahamas.
Aw, heck. Take both.
I am so voting for you in ’08.
I’d vote for you. Heck at this point I would vote for a small lump of clay that I found in my armpit this morning.
Oh, and so far as legal milestones, aren’t you forgetting about social security?
And the age I can start withdrawing from IRAs. I should have put that caveat in there.
I’m not allowed, as I wasn’t born here. Do somethin’ ’bout that, wontcha?
PS – Happy birthday!!
Thankee!
I will indeed.