I voted.
I hope you did, too.
Thoughts from the polls:
Grrr….
Voting stresses me out. I feel like I’m choosing a boyfriend for who his parents are. I might love my local candidate but not-quite-love the provincial leader. What’s a girl to do? STRESS!
Full disclosure: I went with the local guy. Because he affects me personally. And he co-founded War Child Canada.
Itchy Ovaries
I voted at a neighbourhood public school. Little kids were running around on the playground, doing super-cute things, wearing super-cute outfits and laughing super-cutely. Inside, super-cute little tables and super-cute little chairs made me giddy. As did the super-cute artwork on the walls.
I suddenly wanted my own super-cute play thing.
Then I realized that I should probably wait to have kids until I no longer consider them “play things.”
But…still. Sigh.
Empty
No one was there. There wasn’t a single person in line ahead of me. While this was delightfully convenient, it was also concerning. I HOPE EVERYONE VOTES AFTER WORK.
Also, if people don’t vote, I hope my vote wins.
That’s how it works, right?