Miss Whimsy will have a first thing
and I get to tag along.
It's primary day here in Georgia,
she gets the right to cast her first vote.
We've gone through our stacks of propaganda...
(and answered and answered)
those tape recorded phone calls...
We've checked out the candidates...
I've even called one or two myself.
We think we're ready.
We take it seriously around here.
This won't be her first trip to the polling place. She's been going since she was just a few months old. Around here, voting days have always been family holiday. We deck out in our red, white, and blue and make a patriotic spectacle of ourselves...
... which would be the reason that there was once
an enormous photo
on the front page
of the local newspaper,
above the fold,
of my patriotic posterior
bent over the ballot box
with The Practical One's tiny hand resting upon it
A proud moment indeed.
I missed The Practical One's first vote. She was away at school and had to settled for an unadventurous absentee ballot. Fortunately, she gets me. She had a friend record the moment and emailed me the picture.
Today, it will be live action photo time as we head out to enjoy the most basic delight of being an American citizen. The paprazzi have followed Miss Whimsy every step of the way.
Look who showed up to watch her register.
We got a kick out of this sign as we exited the courthouse that day.
Georgia has a new voter...
By the way, if anyone is keeping count,
this is my 99th post...
Which means that my next post is
I might just party 'til the cows come home.