I am a last minute voter. I've voted by mail for quite a while, and now they switched completely to voting by mail. So the ballot is pretty much just sitting around for a week or so until, suddenly on the news, it's election day! Or prop voting day, as the case may be. I have not missed a vote yet, since luckily the trek from wherever we currently live tends to be quite small. I guess it's what happens when you're a full zoom mapquest distance away from either a school or library.
And the sticker, oh yes, the sticker. A proud badge of American democracy, a token of participation. It says that YOU took the time to connect a few arrows together with a line (so that's why they give you connect-the-dots as a kid. Good practice for future we-the-people stuff) and whether you researched what you did or not, your vote matters.
Okay, so I might be little gung-ho on the participation thing. Oh crap, she's one of those people. You bet your ass. I even love jury duty. That's right, I'm not normal. I was disappointed that I didn't get put on a case. Of course, I didn't have a job at the time, so that may have affected me, but I don't think by much.
On an unrelated and more tasty matter, I made pizza instead of poaching an egg. Alas, I shall do that today. (I'm really hitting the italics pretty hard today, eh?) But the pizza: hand made, and therefore somewhat tough crust, leftover separated spaghetti meat sauce, onions (which I successfully made myself like, and now love), and grated cheese from a bag. Hey, it's convenient so much so, the fridge never contains blocks anymore, just grated and sliced, for sandwhiches. And, did I mention hand-made crust? Let me: hand-made crust.
Anyways, I gotta vote. Civic duty and all...
Plus it's still exciting!
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