Voting
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The hubby-man came home for lunch, and we both went to vote together. It was sweet. We punched our individual choices, watched the paper ballot scroll past, confirmed our votes, (crossed our fingers), walked out the door, and said "dammit." In unison.

Because we had both chosen "The other guy" rather than choose the person who keeps running for whatever office is available, and keeps being rejected by the voters.

Upon leaving the polling place, we spotted the sign for "the other guy". Yeah. The one who's billing himself as "The Pro-Life Democrat"

Shit.

Can I have a do over?