Happy Anniversary to America and Me

I am quite pretty sure that today is my eighteenth anniversary of arriving at Dulles airport as mini-me, only able to say "Hello, my name is Kate" in the English language. I would like to take this opportunity to once again say that for all of the things that I have been given or have achieved, I will always be bitter about not being president.



I mean, not everyone necessarily WANTS the responsibilities of the leader of the free world. I certainly don't. I just take issue with the fact that I don't even have the OPTION.

They should really change that pesky "natural-born citizen" rule to "came to America at 6 years of age and learned good grammar" rule. Then I could shake my head and give a throaty laugh as I casually dismiss the possibility of running a campaign. Maybe in eighteen more years?

I love you, America. Mwah.


UPDATE: It was yesterday. I am an idiot.