"What's the deal with the ferret voting?"

So glad you asked. We need to flashback!

(It is now two weeks ago.)

To: Sarah
From: Adam
What are we doing this weekend?

To: Adam
From: Sarah
I kind of like the idea of spending all day in the comfy bed. Of course, that would require us spending hours training the cat and Buttercup to fetch us coffee and then beer, which wouldn't work, because Buttercup's fake ID puts her age at 67 and I don't think they're gonna buy that.

To: Sarah
From: Adam
I hesitate to ask, but why is Buttercup 67 years old?

To: Adam
From: Sarah
"So I can vote."

To: Sarah
From: Adam
That's adorable. But, um, no more "Breakfast Club" for the woozles, m'kay?

To: Adam
From: Sarah
Can you see Buttercup going up to the polling place? "One, please."

To: Sarah
From: Adam
The old ladies would probably let her vote, too.

To: Adam
From: Sarah
She'd get up to the booth and consider all the buttons, and then she'd inadvertantly vote in the Baby Eating Party of America because of the shiny, shiny buttons.

To: Sarah
From: Adam
*DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!!!* "Ma'am? You can only press the vote button once."

To: Adam
From: Sarah
Nah, this is New Mexico. They wouldn't even notice. Voter fraud's part of the fun. But we have to take her with us on election day now.

To: Sarah
From: Adam
One Baby Eat Party of America straight ticket coming up, even though, given her diet, she's more of a granola hippie.

To: Adam
From: Sarah
"Make yogurt, not war!"

To: Sarah
From: Adam
Snarf!

Labels: ferrets, voting