The votes are in

The votes are in, and fixing the car won by a clear margin, so the car is in the shop.  That’s how voting works.  If you put it to a vote, you abide by the results, and don’t keep calling for recounts and redistricting and getting all weasel-y.

Let it be known that even though I voted against the fix, I did it anyway.  Don’t think too hard about that please.  At least I know right away that it’s really weird, which I believe is a sign of mental health right there, correct?  At the moment, I’m driving an enormous Nissan Sentra with adjustable cup holders, which doesn’t seem like a thing that should exist on this earth.  I get the sense that the repair might take a long time, because Marcia, the kindly woman at the repair shop told me she’d send me e-mail updates every Tuesday and Thursday about how it’s going.

I have no way of knowing if people’s votes mean, “Oh, please please please please don’t let her write about the economy and other boring stuff that she knows nothing about,” or whether it’s just a Germanic need to clean things up, fight off entropy.  The mattress came in second, and without revealing too much, let’s just say that there’s not very much room under there.

I promise that I'll find an interesting topic soon.


  1. Well, at least it didn't end up going to the Supreme Court. I'd hate to have seen an outcome in which the mattress stole the election from the car (even though I voted for the mattress).

  2. Oh, I hadn't even thought of that! What if "Other" had won, and the courts had to interpret that?

  3. I want to know more about Huevos Rancheros. Are they a good prophylactic for all forms of drug abuse, or just sniffing glue and paint? Please advise.


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