While my sheer anger for not getting a little sticker slowly subsides, I’m done with my voting. And I don’t know what the rest of the country is complaining about, I was done in 8 minutes. Of course, it could have been 6 minutes if the high school girl working the registration table didn’t have to see four forms of ID, but only the correct ID. And if I wouldn’t have paused to talk to the guy painting outside, or the guy walking his dogs by the polling place. Oh well, after months of campaigning and bitching and whining and more campaigning and a little more bitching, I was finally able to vote for…..

….yo mama.

May she serve our country as well as she’s served me.