I will be writing in a candidate on my ballot today: Jed Bartlett. Why, oh why, can’t the most fantastic president who ever lived be real? Mister and I have been watching West Wing reruns lately just to make ourselves sad.
Mister and I don’t exactly see eye-to-eye on many issues. We’ve had some rather . . . strong disagreements. I really try not to talk about politics with him since his temper runs high whenever anything involving taxes or President Obama are mentioned. I’m the one getting the last laugh, though, since he found out on Friday–after early voting was over–that he’d have to be in Louisiana today and therefore not able to vote. Too bad for you, honey!
So please make the effort to vote. We may have an electorate but most everyone has other issues that need to be voted on. Your vote does count! I’m going to finally study the issue and write it down on a crib sheet before I go. Or I might just vote the way I’ve done in the past: elect the person with the name I like the most. Just kidding! (Sort of. Not really.) I keep seeing signs around town for some candidate named Vik Vad. I have no idea what he’s running for but I only hope it’s something in my precinct. That name is awesome!
P.S. I’m not writing in Jed Bartlett. I’m voting for an actual candidate. Unless Jed Bartlett were running with Sam Seaborn. Then I totally would.