OK now, admit it.
Isn't that the cutest little poll watcher ever?
It's The Practical One, from a twenty year old newspaper photo.
It graced the front page of the local paper.
Do you see the line running across the middle?
That's the crease from the fold.
And do you see the wide load hanging over said fold?
Yeah, well, that' the reason I'm filing this under stuff I should be ashamed to yak about. That's my wide load, of course, and just in case you haven't figured it out, that's Sir Boney Butt on the other side.
My fifteen minutes of shame.
Just thought I would share it on this election day. Aftet all, once your patriotic patootie has graced the front page of the local newspaper, you might as well put it on the world wide web.
(Old pictures from a 2010 post)
Have I mentioned how much I love election day? Well, I do. I've loved it ever since I was a little girl. I honestly can't remember a time when my family didn't make a big old deal about it. Dad and the Duchess always had a horse in the race. They had their yard signs and bumper stickers, and the Duchess would volunteer in the local campaign headquarters.
On election night, we had a family party. They would let us stay up later than usual to watch the results, even though back then you usually didn't know a thing until morning.
Once the results were in, they taught us how to be
humble winners or gracious losers.
My first presidential election was in 1980. Since I was away at school, I had to vote by absentee ballot. I was a little bummed about that, but back then it was absentee or nothing.
My how times have changed.
Now, most states have election month instead of election day. I'm still not sure how I feel about that, but I go with the flow.
As for us? We still wait to vote until that magic Tuesday in November. Tonight, we'll stay up late and watch the results in our pajamas, just like we did as kids.
And just like then, we probably won't know a thing until morning anyway, probably longer. All signs point to this being a close one, after all. Those race horses are neck and neck. Someone is going to win by a nose.
That being the case, I hope you all get your own patriotic patooties down to the polls and cast your vote.
Just one word of caution, though...
Beware of hidden cameras.
So what about you?
What do you remember about election day growing up?
Do you remember your first Presidential election?
Inquiring minds want to know.