Last night I had a dream that I was in the crowd yelling at Hillary Clinton for doing a commercial for some kind of anti aging cream.
I think that’s because my recent interest in politics, i.e. Anthony Wiener and wiretapping Americans, has brought my smart side to the forefront.
I say this even though my nephew, who thinks because he’s a doctor and went to Cornell, saw fit to correct my usage of the word “effect” as opposed to “affect”.
I’m a forgiving person so I won’t mention that in the seventh grade he failed his bicycle test and had to walk to school while his friends could ride.
And even if he corrects me again I won’t mention the fact that when he was two he was so stupid that when I put a half slip on my head he no longer recognized me and thought I was the story princess.
Back to how smart I’m getting.
I’m a little relieved that I’ve become a political animal because up to now my attention was mostly taken up with all of the “Housewife” drama and whether Kanye will appear on next season’s Kardashian show etc.
I was starting to think that I’m vapid.
Now that I see that that couldn’t be further from the truth I am going to begin planning my future even though I, like Dudley Do-right’s girlfriend, Nell, for the present have one good eye.
I just have to figure out a way to make money.
Maybe I’ll run for Mayor.
I could take the Obama path and ask each of my Twitter followers to send in one dollar.
I’m sure a campaign chest of $271 would be enough to get my name out there.
And if not, I could buy myself a lovely sweater.
Having you for a relative (or friend for that matter) must be such a hoot! Send me your email address, I’ll gladly send you a buck or two!
You do have me for a friend, Paula.
Love you Mattie. XO
a great mayor you would be!
Thank you, Jeffrey. I think I’ll start by being Mayor of the 18th floor.
Where do we make campaign donations?
I’ll be happy to send in a couple of bucks, but you must promise the sweater will be black. 🙂
Like I’d buy any other color.
Sounds like a tight and well thought out plan. What could possibly go wrong? You vapid?
I hate you. Everyone hates you. You’re a bad person.