Rock the Vote

So this Cold of Death '08 has a new name. Sinus Infection '08. This is my first. Thankfully the antibiotics I've been taking for the last 24 hours seem to be helping a little. I can breathe through one nostril now. That's progress.

We're also progessing in another arena of our life. N registered to vote. I could not understand why a military man wouldn't choose to pick his own Commander in Chief. After fours years of me hounding him, he finally did it.

This weekend he sat down with his ballot and voter's pamphlet. I was so proud of him.

Zoe didn't want to be outdown. She doesn't understand this age requirement. She is, afterall, 21 months now. She decided to get her own ballot and write in some candidates.

Here they are, ready to go to the county auditor. Although I think they will have a hard time deciphering Zoe's choices.