I Really Need to Talk About This

Today, I used some of my childless time while Ellie is at school to do important things like get Starbucks and a pedicure with a girlfriend. And then I figured I should do some responsible things like go to the grocery store and vote.

I vote early. I always do. For a few reasons:

1. I am over eager because anytime an election is approaching we hear about it non-stop for the 8 months prior and I AM SO TIRED OF THE ELECTION COMMERCIALS AND FACEBOOK FIGHTING. Over. It. I feel like the quicker I vote, the quicker I feel like this could all end soon.

A few years ago, during the Obama/Romney election season, I remember Facebook was just nothing but people arguing over politics and taking unnecessary jabs at one another. Aside from the fact that I don't think anyone has ever changed political sides because of a Facebook argument, I also just get really irritated at everyone claiming they know everything about everything. Anyways, I remember I posted something along the lines of: "Hey, it seems like everyone is really passionate about who our president should be. If only there was a way we could take a vote....."

And I stand by that.

STOP YELLING AT PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK AND CALLING PEOPLE IDIOTS. IT ISN'T HELPFUL.

Jen drops mic, gets off soap box.

2. I vote early because if I wait until actual voting day, I run the risk of that being a day that Ellie is sick or I am sick or I have car trouble or whatever and then I don't vote and then if my person doesn't win I will wonder for that entire term if I was the cause of the other person winning. Look, I'm not saying it makes sense, I'm just saying that's where my crazy brain goes.

So, I went to vote today. Surprisingly, there was a line. It wasn't too bad though, and it seemed to be moving along pretty quickly. So, I stood there along with my fellow citizens. And then I started to look around me and I started feeling all warm and fuzzy because I was surrounded by someone of every age bracket, every socio-economic class, every gender, every race, and I started feeling like we're all in this together.

But then, I made another observation. First of all, the 2 men directly in front of me and the 2 men directly behind me all had mullets. Like, legit, Billy Ray Cyrus, Achy Breaky Hearts Mullets. It was a mullet convention in the early voting line. Secondly, we were all in a rather small hallway and SOMEBODY SMELLED LIKE BUGLES. AND ALSO GRASS.

I'm not lying.

It was Bugles. And Grass.

And that's all I have to say about that.