I really did. I went bright and early. Around 7:30 am, dragging the kids along with me. The Man came, too. And I even got a cup of coffee down the hatch first. I am fighting a head cold, still on bed rest, and the kids couldn’t even find clean socks. But I voted. And we all celebrated with donuts on the way home. (Even though, I later nearly died choking on a sprinkle from the aforementioned donuts.)
I am fiercely political, but you won’t hear me ever discuss it with anyone other than The Man or a few close family members.
I’ll just say this: Vote.
Know what you’re doing first… then just go do it. It’s easy. It’s fast. And it grants you the right to complain about your government for the next 4 years. (Not that you necessarily should…)
I am back home. And counting the spare change in the jar. I sent the kids on a “scavenger hunt” around the house to locate rogue socks. It seems no one has socks. Yet the hamper is nearly empty and the wash is mostly caught up. Strange things happen when mama is laid up.
I offered them a nickel piece. Ladybug said, “How about a quarter?” Ummmm… no.
Grab some coffee and go vote already. And then have a donut. But don’t choke.
Love & Coffee.
Couldn't agree more. Vote for whoever you want, but exercise that right people have died to give you.
I love the sock scavenger hunt idea. I have so many pairs missing a mate.