Election year is always fun because we get to talk trash and pretend to be political advisors. We are never sure what we do when it isn’t an election year. Where are we the other three years when we aren’t worrying about elections, I say. Drinking the whiskey and dancing badly, my friend says. We do that now, I say. Well we do it more during the three year break, he says. What will we do when the election is over, I say. We are both getting old, he says. We will need to make babies and start a retirement account, I point out. No, he says, we won’t do that now. Then what, I say. We think for a moment and figure we will probably go home and make canned ravioli and play Uno and get fat, a fate that is hideous and relaxing in the same stroke. We will also let the guy we have tied up in the basement with political bumper stickers go until next election year, when we have to catch another.
whatimeant2say
January 22, 2012
Only one guy in the basement? I think you could probably stand to stuff a few more down there. I’ll give you some suggestions if you like…
Linda Vernon
January 23, 2012
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about when it comes to politics, I say. In fact,I’d give this one two thumbs up if I could unstick my thumbs.