"Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party..."

Google has failed me. I tried and tried to find the person that stated the above, and I cannot. The closest I came was a man named John Bartlett, but he wrote a book of quotes. So is the quote his or is it a quote from someone else? I have no idea. Field trip to B&N to see who is credited with the quote.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's election day! Didja vote? Didja? Didja? Are ya gonna? Are ya? Well you SHOULD. I know it's cliche, but I don't care who you vote for, but you MUST vote. Seriously. This is AMERICA. A nation so great it lets it's people have a voice, so USE it. Even if there's only one race you care about vote that race! And don't forget your picture ID if you're here in Indiana, folks! (And it's so not true, I TOTALLY care who you vote for, but I'm trying to be nice. I could make you a list if you're confused.)

As usual - drama mama over here. They MOVED my polling place. Seriously? Seriously. As I'm pulling up to the church where I've voted for the last 5 years, there are no cars, no politicians, no nuthin. Ummmm, whodawa? And my cell phone is d.e.d. so I can't call anyone to see where to go. I vaguely remember receiving something in the mail about all 3 precincts voting in the same place...but hmmmmm...that piece of paper is probably in the stacks of crap on my kitchen counter and office desk along with junk mail and unpaid medical bills. Whoops. Oh stop it...those people are like spammers, I swear....they send me so much mail it's retarded.
"We're processing your bill"
"We've submitted your bill to insurance"
"We're waiting to hear from your insurance"
"We're still waiting to hear from your insurance"
"We just miss you and we're sending a note to say hi, and we're still waiting on your insurance"
"Your insurance called to say they might be sending a payment, but we don't know how much"
"Yet another piece of paper telling you we still don't know how much you actually have to pay"

By the time I actually get the bill - I'm exhausted, don't care and forgot what the shit it was I had done!

TANGENT!

Anyway, so I go to another place - no one. C'mon, people! There are NOT that many public buildings in my teeny township...where IS everyone?! So now I go home. I call my neighbor down the street, he tells me where to go. Vote, that is...not...ahem...where to GO. Geez. Artards.

So I go, and who is standing right out front campaigning for her brother who is running for assessor? Yep, Owen's teacher. I asked her if I was still allowed to vote even if I'm a cookie thief. She said that was no problem. I sucked up to her, btw...just so you all know. I sent in some potpourri in a basket...she says she and the class love it. Yessss! (insert fist pumping here)

Aaaaaaand, I just have to mention, that I actually, really did make someone pee their pants with the cookie story just last night. That.is.awesome.

TANGENT 2!

Reel it back in now...okay, anyway, so I got to vote and Alex only got to school 45 minutes late. Oy. And I got to work late. And whatever. I voted. And you all must watch Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert tonight - or tape it - or something. It's going to be BRILLIANT, I'm sure.