Civics 101
This morning, I said to Jamie, who was wide awake and smiling (a nice contrast from last night, when he alternated mostly between sleeping and yelling), "Happy Election Day, kid. Today we're putting Barack Obama in the White House."
The Fool chimed in, sleepily.
"Actually, we're nominating him....electoral...mrrf."
I gave Jamie a brief overview of the Electoral College and how it worked, and concluded with, "But as you're only three months and two days old, I think we'll stick with, 'today we're electing a president.' I'll explain the rest of it next time."
This morning, Jamie and I are going to go vote. Well, I'm going to vote. Jamie's going to be hand luggage, as usual. He seems happy with our agenda.
(Darnit. Forgot to adjust red-eye. Can we just pretend I don't have a wee fiendish baby?)
I asked the cats about their Election Day plans, and Spoot said they had all agreed to vote Fibertarian. (Who knew my cats were a voting bloc?)
"We considered Obama," she said, "and McCain, but in the end, four-legs have to stick together, y'know?"
Mab emerged from under the bed and said she liked McCain's black and white cat, "Oreo," but she wasn't so sure about his domestic financial policies, and as her investments had already taken a hit this year, didn't want to take chances. I tried to explain to her that Oreo wasn't responsible for policy decisions, but she went back under the bed to watch CNN. I also tried to explain to her that I didn't think Dolores was any kind of expert on any kind of domestic policy at all, but she just turned the volume up and asked me to bring her a fresh bowl of crunchies.
And Angus said that when he heard Obama had no pets at all, he emailed him a biting. I expect to hear from the Secret Service any day now.
The sweater moves along. There are nine leaves per sleeve, and I have completed eight leaves on the first sleeve. I feel like I'm knitting more slowly than I used to. No idea why.
Go vote, everyone.
The Fool chimed in, sleepily.
"Actually, we're nominating him....electoral...mrrf."
I gave Jamie a brief overview of the Electoral College and how it worked, and concluded with, "But as you're only three months and two days old, I think we'll stick with, 'today we're electing a president.' I'll explain the rest of it next time."
This morning, Jamie and I are going to go vote. Well, I'm going to vote. Jamie's going to be hand luggage, as usual. He seems happy with our agenda.
(Darnit. Forgot to adjust red-eye. Can we just pretend I don't have a wee fiendish baby?)
I asked the cats about their Election Day plans, and Spoot said they had all agreed to vote Fibertarian. (Who knew my cats were a voting bloc?)
"We considered Obama," she said, "and McCain, but in the end, four-legs have to stick together, y'know?"
Mab emerged from under the bed and said she liked McCain's black and white cat, "Oreo," but she wasn't so sure about his domestic financial policies, and as her investments had already taken a hit this year, didn't want to take chances. I tried to explain to her that Oreo wasn't responsible for policy decisions, but she went back under the bed to watch CNN. I also tried to explain to her that I didn't think Dolores was any kind of expert on any kind of domestic policy at all, but she just turned the volume up and asked me to bring her a fresh bowl of crunchies.
And Angus said that when he heard Obama had no pets at all, he emailed him a biting. I expect to hear from the Secret Service any day now.
The sweater moves along. There are nine leaves per sleeve, and I have completed eight leaves on the first sleeve. I feel like I'm knitting more slowly than I used to. No idea why.
Go vote, everyone.
Comments
unbelieveable turnout here; saw many first-time voters.
and would you believe dolores' name was NOT on the ballot here?
supercute pix of jamie and mab!
I second sandy - wish I could be at grant park tonight; that place will be R-O-C-K-I-N-G!
OBAMA 08!