As American as Apple Pie

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

I love to vote. I like the feeling of making my own teeny-tiny voice heard. I don’t vote early, or do the mail-in thing. I like to go stand in line, fill in the little ovals with those miniature pencils (or at least that’s how it is here in Backwardville, Colorado) and see my ballot get sucked into the little box. It makes me feel like an American in its own special way. Like going to a baseball game. Except without the beer.

So, Campaign-Phonebots, I promise to vote. Now please STOP CALLING ME!  GAH!

I swear I have gotten at least 10 recorded messages today, and it’s only 3:30.