Hey! You guys! Did you know it's election day? Didja? I bet you did.
This morning, after breakfast and Curious George and general Boynton-fueled tomfoolery, Little A., Floyd the greyhound and I set out a'strollin' to our local polling place. The FYD had stopped by even earlier and reported that the A-L line "was all kinds of LONG" so I girded my loins and prepped a snack pack for a long wait.
On the way, a pleasant older couple in an SUV flagged me down to ask where to vote. I almost asked them for whom they would vote before giving correct directions, but my impartial civic-minded conscience took over at the last minute.
We tied the doogie outside and trooped in, trailing teddy grahams and waving HI! to everyone (err...Little A. did anyway, I was too busy trying to remember my line-up for the referenda). We didn't have to wait long to vote though. 20 minutes later (it took a long time to remember the referenda, and then Little A. grabbed my pen and scribbled all over Question 4, so if legal immigrants get the vote in Portland you know what happened) we were back outside, avoiding eye contact with the up-for-election at-large City Councilwoman standing outside.
(Dudes, I felt so guilty not voting for her when she was standing out there! But, dudes! She fell asleep (or something scarier than sleep) during a council meeting! Asleep!)
(Politics are SO cutthroat.)
So yeah, here in Vacationland (like in my sistah-blogger's state), we're in mid-term election crazytown. The gubernatorial election has been SUPER contentious, all attack ads and shunned debates and thwarted press-conferences...oh wait, that's just ONE candidate. The one who scares me. This guy.
Ordinarily, I would not get so worked up about a governor (confession time: I've never even voted in a midterm election before!). But here in a state where the government is small, small, small, elected officials really do have an impact. And that guy? He's nuts. His leadership would send my already struggling homeland into a deeper spiral. Plus. He is soooo not smooth. We don't need to help perpetuate the dopey hay-seed stereotype, thankyouverymuch.
So here I sit, hitting refresh over and over and over on our local paper, streaming live video from our local station, watching the numbers fluctuate (the Dem just conceded) within very small percentage points....
And there is no way I am going to be able to stay awake til the end. Damn this 10 pm curfew! Someone text me later, OK?