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This is not really a political article. I’ve had a rotten, terrible day from hell with power outages, hours-long loss of internet service, torrential downpours, children from hell, and so on. My life sucked today but a couple of things made me laugh tonight and I’m here to tell you about them.
About 6:00 p.m. I drove to my polling place. The lines were long. Very long. I didn’t mind the long line; I think that’s great.
Finally, I get my ballot. WTF? Kucinich is on it. So is John Edwards. Didn’t they drop out of the race? “How many people that are uninformed are going to waste their votes on people that aren’t even running anymore?” I think to myself as I fill in my oval for Obama. I also noticed a line for “Uncommited” on my ballot.
Shortly after the polls closed my husband logged onto our local newspaper website to check the returns so far. Sure enough, many people had voted for John Edwards and Kucinich. I have to wonder if these voters knew that those guys weren’t even running. Oh, well. Then we noticed the really funny part, the part that leaves me asking, “Who are these people?”
A great many people had gotten into their cars and driven through a torrential downpour and even occasional hail on flooded streets and driven to their polling place. Those same people then stood in line for half an hour only to cast a ballot for…
Uncommitted.
Who are these people? Why not just stay home?
Tonight my husband has the guys over to game. I cooked a very nice dinner and thought I’d have my evening to catch up on Gather. I’m a couple of days behind reading and commenting on my people. First I posted a few recent photo collections and was going to spend the rest of my evening reading and commenting.
Not.
My son frantically called me into the bathroom. I walked in to find this:
My naked son standing in front of the toilet in a pool of toilet water about half an inch deep that covered the entire bathroom floor. A bath towel half in the toilet and half out, dripping everywhere. My son’s cast-off clothing laying in the pool of toilet water. My son yelling, “Mom! I can’t get the poop off!”
Remember, we have guests.
The towel in the toilet was not just any towel. It was one of those decorative towels that people hang on a towel rod in the bathroom and don’t ever actually use. Pale yellow with satin daisies sewn onto it, it now sports streaks of human feces. At least I guess it’s human feces. I never did determine where the shit came from or why it was now on the towel which was now in the toilet. Beats me. Not only is there an ample supply of Charmin in the bathroom, there is also a full container of shea butter baby wipes on the back of the toilet for cleaning one’s ass.
Every bit of laundry in the house was clean for a change so there were no dirty towels to mop up the toilet water with. No, we threw the clean, neatly folded and stacked towels on the shelf into the floor to soak up the toilet water.
Toilet water dripped down the hallway when we carried the soaking towels from the bathroom to the laundry room.
I ran a bath for my son since he was already naked and really, there was shit involved at some point in this debacle. Now he is running naked in front of my husband’s guests and I do not care. I will not care. I am going to sit here and Gather.
Meanwhile the Ro-Tel dip I was making got scorched on the stovetop.
Lucky for you I forgot to grab the camera.
