I hope all you U.S. peeps managed to vote yesterday without me personally reminding you to do it, because I forgot. I mean, I forgot to remind, not I forgot to vote. I have trouble working up the oomph to do a non-presidential election, so I'm glad Paul is gung-ho about it. My mom came over to watch the kids, and we voted and then went out to dinner.
This was a nice way to do it because then we could go off to dinner feeling all happy and dutiful to have voted, and I felt relieved to be done with the worst part, which is the long walk past the line of candidates and campaigners. I don't know what to do with my EYES. I don't want them to TALK to me, and I don't want them to read anything into my eye contact or lack thereof. This time I tried a new strategy, which was to smile hugely at everyone. That worked pretty well.
So we voted, and I lingered a bit in the voting booth so it wouldn't look like I was treating this responsibility lightly, and then we went to a restaurant we've been to twice before, and we ordered exactly what we ordered on the two previous occasions. We got a chip dip that is probably cheese soup with a huge chunk of Velveeta melted into it and spicy sausage bits sprinkled on top, and then Paul got the chicken tacos and I got the fish. The fish looks HORRIBLE, and in fact the first time I ordered it I was dismayed---until I started eating it. It's just haddock with stir-fried zucchini and bell peppers and onions piled on it, so it shouldn't be anything special but it's SO GOOD. And with the dip, which is HEARTY and PLENTIFUL, I only have room for half the fish, so I have the other half for lunch the next day (though then I feel the absence of the dip and wish for more).
Where was I? Oh yes! Voting! Did you? Or do you feel deadened to the election process, as I often do until I'm walking to the booth with my ballot and hearing stately patriotic music playing in my head?
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