sugarcrook

I love the smell of ballots in the morning. For this election, I decided to vote for women. I try to change it up each time. Last time I voted for candidates with last names ending in a vowel. Failing that, I voted for the candidate with a name that most reminded me of a tropical fruit.

My dad gives me a hard time about how I select the candidates that I’ll bless with my vote. I don’t think it matters who I vote for. If Republicans hold power, we don’t get anything cool like stem cell smoothies. If by some chance the Democrats seize power, I’m going to be taxed into the Stone Age. No matter who wins, we lose.