I woke up before the stupid alarm went off and thought I was late because the sun was up. Stupid daylight savings. WHY do we have to have it, again? Wasn't it when we were all farmers that we needed to save our daylight up? I don't even have Farmers insurance.
I'm not even that fond of Frances Farmer.
I don't even have a farm in Africa.
Okay, I'm done.
There's not even a farmer in my dell.
Okay. Seriously. Done.
So did you vote yet? You can do it early, you know, some places. I did, and that was a quick stop. Holy cats. Which I just mistyped "holy cars" and that makes a ton of sense. As much as holy cats, if you really consider it.
I'd gone to lunch with Ned at the new pretentious Mexican place in his neigborhood--the taco place that was closed the other night. OH! It was good. It was way more than tacos, although that's what I got. And between you and me I wanted the tuna taco, but that sounded so dirty I couldn't bring myself to ask for it. "I'll order it for you," said Ned, who is more mature than me, believe it or not.
"No! YOU asking for a tuna taco is way worse!" I said, although I do believe our waitress enjoyed her the ladies, so really ME asking for it--oh, who cares. Point is, I got the chicken tacos. And they were good.
I had one left, so I had to put my taco in a box, and see, there we go again with me giggling and nudging you. Then I stormed off to Country Park to vote at the rec center, which is precisely where Edsel took his boy-did-THAT-stick obedience training.
Really, he's not disobedient, though. If you tell him something he's generally mortified and does it, hoping against all hope you will love him as a result. It's just that he spends every waking second being the most enthusiastic dog you've ever met.
My point is, the line to vote. I mean, were they showing Jaws in there? Was this 1974? Good gravy. Eventually I bonded with the man and the woman in front of me. The guy behind me was reading a magazine and never spoke.
Then I tried to surmise who everyone was voting for based on appearance. The guy behind me had a ponytail: Obama. The guy in front of me was wearing a Burberry shirt and loafers on a Saturday: Romney.
I figured all the black people were voting for Obama. Is that racist? I did, though.
I was in that line for an HOUR and FORTY MINUTES. But finally I got up there and voted for people with interesting names, like when you bet on a horse.
My mother just fainted dead away.
No, no. I got up there and and put down my vote. Mitt all the way!
My mom just woke up so she could get to the nearest gun.
The point is, I worried my not-tuna taco would be turning poison in my car, but in fact I ate it when I got home and here I still am, so.
Anyway, tomorrow should be interesting, mostly because my coworker Not Wes and I are getting together after work and I've been excited about that for awhile. Oh, and we're getting a president. Both of those things should be covered pretty extensively tomorrow in the news.
Okay, have to go to fake all-day work now. Hope you and your tacos are well.
Seventh-gradely,
June
