Sometimes even the best of intentions don't end up the way you planned. So after all the calls I've endured over the past two months, all the junk mail I've thrown away, all the "visitors" at the front door trying to persuade me to vote for their candidate, all the plans I made to go to the caucus tonight, I didn't make it... That's right folks, I didn't vote. I didn't participate in my civic duty.
We had planned to leave the house at 6:15, but Caleb didn't wake up from his nap until 5:55... He was SUPER crabby, and not exactly ready to start eating his dinner. And then there's Katherine... She was on her way to the kitchen island and she tripped and slammed her head against the bar stool. So there I am, 15 minutes from walking out the door, two kids screaming, and neither one of them had eaten dinner. Yea... I'm not going to the caucus... It just wasn't going to happen tonight!
So Matt went to the caucus with one of our neighbors (Shawn and Carolyn) and they dropped off Allison so she could play with Katherine and not be stuck at the caucus. So in the end it worked out. The kids had a blast playing, and Matt voted.
So like all of you, I'm sitting in front of the TV watching the election returns and candidate speeches. I'm addicted! In November, I'll take Katherine with me to vote....
On a totally different note.... Remember how badly Katherine wanted Butterscotch for Christmas and I just couldn't bring myself to spend $250 on a fuzzy animal that would take up a ton of room in my house and I didn't think she'd like for more than a month? Well, as luck would have it, my sister bought one last year for Morgan, and Morgan insisted (literally) that Katherine could borrow it for a few months. Let me just say... I am soooo glad that I didn't spend a dime on that thing! I don't even want it in my house and am counting the days until Laurie takes it back! I have it sitting in the living room right now, and it NEVER stops moving, breathing, neighing, eating, you name it... It must have censors because every time someone walks within 20 feet of it, it starts making noise. Oh, and it's a LOVELY constant robotic noise. UUUUUUGH! Noisy toys don't bother me, but this thing is on my last nerve!
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Shoot the damn horse I tell ya. (Or at least that's how they say it in the Westerns that Jeffy makes me watch.)
My gosh. Get rid of it. Censors suck. If you're going to get censors, at least have the sympathy to buy your child a real horse.
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