As the final days of the election tick down, we here at Casa Navel Gazer have been hit with the usual people trying to figure out who the hell we're voting for.
As a hausfrau, I've been subjected to the calls and visits from volunteers. And my child is currently sick with a virus and demanding cuddles, so we're not getting much done around here. Actually, I'm pretty much glued to the couch as Benevolent Dictator clings to me and pinches the hell out of my arms and hands for comfort.
So one day, I'm sitting at home at about 10 in the morning, unwashed, still in pajamas. Benevolent Dictator is wearing nothing but a diaper because she was so hot with a fever I could've fried eggs on her. The doorbell rings and I refuse to get up from my chair because we both need a quiet moment of rest together.
But the person wouldn't leave. Thus the hazards of leaving the curtains open during the day. People can see inside. The more you know.
So after a few minutes I finally get to the door and open it. There's a middle-aged man there with a pleasant smile on his face.
"Good morning," he said. "I just am going through the neighborhood and I've got a question for you -- who are you supporting in this election?"
I told him I'm voting for these guys:
I figure their collective age hits the 35-year-old requirement right?
This is the same guy who told me he doesn't want to see America become a "socialist state" if Obama is elected.
Me *thinking because I am polite*: "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
I can't wait for this election to be done and over with.