Just got back from voting. I really didn't wake up this morning with the intention of voting, cuz I had to be in Reno all day, and didn't think I would be home in time, but I left a bit early and found myself parked in front of the polling place. Realized that it was my right and privilege to irresponsibly vote a straight-party ticket, and leave the contests for such offices as "Gardnerville Swimming Pool District" manager to those who actually know what that esteemed office is. I did vote to raise the minimum wage, and I voted for the less restrictive of the two anti-smoking amendments, and to legalize possession of an ounce or less of marijuana. Pissing in the wind, in other words, in this ultra-conservative red state.
Ohmigosh, I'm tired of people in the office telling me I look *tired*. They've been telling me this for months now. Maybe that's just the way I LOOK. Or maybe it's because I'm 39 weeks PREGNANT!!!
I am tired, though. Tired and hormonal. You made me go off on quite the crying jag last night. It started out innocently enough. You were helping me put laundry away, which you are surprisingly adept at. I can't bend over comfortably enough to get the little socks and stuff out of the back of the dryer, so you climb in there and toss them out for me. Fun! Until you refuse to come out. Last night you refused to exit the dryer, I was having nightmarish fantasies about just closing the door on you and starting it up -- just to teach you a lesson! -- and I'm wrestling with you and Braxton-Hicks'ing all over the place, and I just started sobbing. The kind of sobbing where I have to run to the bathroom and shut the door cuz I'm making those gobbling, hitching kind of crying noises.
I'm feeling much better now, thank you...
Here's a shitload of Halloween photos:
Pumpkin-carvin' night: Pre-carved, mid-carved and end result sitting atop our filthy stove. I managed only one pumpkin this year, even with all the fancy, brand-new Martha Stewart pumpkin-carving kit tools. (The one on the left.)
Pumpkins after dark...
Wanna hear something pathetic? All the good costumes were gone by the time daddy and I got around to looking for one for you, and the one I planned to put together for you was just not panning out in time (Angus Young from AC/DC. You know the one, English schoolboy outfit, crazy hair, school tie all askew. I've been wanting to do this one since before you were born. Maybe next year...). So what did you end up with? LAST YEAR'S Little Nemo costume. We figured since you were grumpy and/or crying in all your pictures last year whilst wearing this costume, we might as well get some decent ones this year, especially since it almost still fits. Sorry. We never MEAN to be such crappy parents. It just happens.
Last ones, I swear. I was not in the mood for mandatory dress-up at work last Tuesday, so I made elaborate treat bags for the office instead. Each glassine bag (and they HAD to be glassine, as seen in Better Homes and Gardens' special Halloween issue, couldn't find them ANYWHERE, so I wound up ordering them online for about a BUCK apiece) was stuffed with:
-- one homemade M&M popcorn ball
-- three homemade coconut-butterscotch-choco bar cookies
-- ten candy corns
-- two pumpkin lollies
-- two different-colored plastic spider rings
-- each bag closed with a decorative, Halloween-themed clothespin
What a moron. Weeks ago, when I planned this out, it sounded like good, cheap fun. About a $1000 later, and after staying up on Oct. 30th until 2am finishing them up, I realized, I should've just finger-painted a pumpkin on my belly, called it a costume and merely showed up at work like every other boob in the office.
Election day update: Daddy's sad and upset, as it seems that the Dems are proceeding to "throw the rascals out." Mwaahhhaaaahaahaaa!
Love you. Only 10 days left until your world (and mine and your daddy's world) is turn upside down...
Final election day update: We lost Nevada but gained the Hill!
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