Hooray!!! The election is over and I can have my life back. No more political ads or annoying phone calls. No more people standing on corners waving signs and encouraging passing motorists to randomly honk. No more conversations about the election or the debates.
Now that the all encompassing elections are over I have the brain space to think about more important things like whether or not my fingernails are growing faster these days. I think they are. I wonder if that means there’s something wrong with me. Is there a disease that causes your fingernails to grow?
Anyway, I’m so happy it’s all over.
When I woke up this morning I felt as cynical as ever. I stumbled sleepy-eyed into my stepson’s room to put his lunch in his book bag. “Obama won the election,” he said.
After bathing and putting on his school uniform, he’d gotten back into bed to take a quick nap before going to school. “Are you sure?” I asked. I thought he might’ve been dreaming.
It turns out that he wasn’t dreaming and now I feel like anything is possible.
When I mailed in my absentee ballot last month, my husband said, “Why are you bothering? They’re just going to throw it anyway?” This is proof positive that they counted my vote. Without my vote, he might’ve never gotten elected.