I went and voted this morning. To be honest, I haven’t voted since 1996, not that I’m proud of that. I moved before the 2000 election, and didn’t get re-registered in time, so it’s my fault Mr. Bush got elected. I’m awful sorry.

I’ve never been in tune enough to know when those other votes take place. Usually, I find out the day of, when people start showing up with their little stickers.

Today was a much better experience than the first Georgia vote. The polling place was 3 blocks from my house, and there was no line. I had my pick of the booths. I chose a nice one near the exit… location, location, location. The first time I voted here, I waited for 2 hours in the blazin’ sun. I was sun-stupid by the time I cast my votes, so I might have tried to vote using the water fountain, I have no idea.

On my way to work, I was nearing my exit off 400, when a huge plastic sheet flew off the pickup in front of me. It was probably 8′ x 10′ and smacked into my car, covering the front and windshield completely. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out so I could see to pull over. Part of it had gone under the car and melted to something, because now my car smells like melted plastic.

Let me tell you, if you’re feeling a bit bleary on the drive to work, that is one way to wake you up all quick like. Not that I’m recommending it, mind you. Much better to just have some coffee or your caffiene vehicle of choice.

Poll:

If a cat has her kittens in an oven, does that make ’em biscuits?

(or)

Should we teach our son to say “mommy” or “momma”?

There is a complex network of spying going on in the animal/human world, beginning with the Brown bear seeing the Red Bird looking at him.

Baby’s bellybutton is under her shirt, but that in no way contradicts the fact that baby’s feet are behind the cat.

Some aliens are dirty, some aliens are clean, some aliens are nice, and the alien with the lobsterclaw hands is mean.

Ball. Basketball.

The ostrich has Pip’s paintbrush, and inexplicably there is a chicken in the engine.

Both Popi and Pip, though they come from entirely different countries, different species and totally separate books, like to rest at the end of a busy day.

You’re never gonna keep those Philadelphia Chickens down on the farm.

Zapato is Spanish for shoe. Actually, I probably knew this one. But Zapato is fun to say.

Dozy, Dozy dinosaur sleeps and eats and not much more.

Butterflies go to sleep, but ladybugs hang with their friends.

Moon rhymes with moon, though I think it’s stretching things a bit. Also, anthropomorphic rabbits keep kittens as pets.

The cow goes “booo booo”.

Some spiders are completely socially inept, and in fact somewhat offensive.

Bills of Material reviewed : check.

Conversations with different Scottish People : Two.

Missing software : located and emailed.

Vendor calls screened : Three.

Oil Pressure Light warnings : 8-10

Old Oil Cap ripped off: check.

Oil refilled : check.

New Oil Cap purchased and inserted: check.

25 minute parking lot conversation with Jim regarding deregulation of automobile headlights : tolerated.

Ham and swiss sandwich : eaten.

Toddler medicine : purchased.

La Croix : sipped.

LiveJournal : surfed.

Really, I think that’s all one can expect from a Thursday.

I just had a 15 minute phone conversation… with someone 10 feet away.

Excuse me while I dissipate into individual molecules and drift away on the ventilation air currents.

Er. Um.

So I was sitting here tap-tap-tapping away on the keyboard, when I hear in the distance one of those ever-present phone messages…

The number you have reached is not in service. Please hang up, check the number and try again.

I am in a cube farm, so it is not uncommon to hear telephone noises on speakerphone wafting o’er the dividers. I figured the owner of the phone in question would, indeed, hang up and try again.

Except they didn’t. For a full 2 and a half minutes…

The number you have reached is not in service. Please hang up, check the number and try again.

And I’m thinking, that is ridiculous, why on earth would you sit and listen to that message for that long? Perhaps they walked out of their cube, forgetting to hang up? How rude can you be?

It was then that I realized it was coming from the cellphone in my pocket.

Er. Um.

Heheh.

I’ve chronicled my exploits with the water company a bit earlier, but to sum up: we didn’t get a bill for the first four months we were in this here new house, and then they shut us off, and I had to pay $29, presumably the debt owed, to get it back on.

So, I had pretty much assumed that $29 for four months would be about the right amount. I’ve never had to pay for water, I have no concept of what it costs if it doesn’t come bottled from the grocery and labeled NAIVE backwards.

Recently, we received the bimonthly bill… for $222! Shocked, I put it on my little bill keeper thingy, and went into denial for a couple weeks.

Then tonight, I started going through the monthly bills, and paid the $222 through online billpay.

But when I got to the bottom of my bill stack, there was a late notice from the water company. (I was, in fact, 4 days late as of today). But the odd bit is, the bill was for $146!

So confused. So very, very confused.

I’m gonna go get me a divining stick and start diggin’ a well.

I dearly love writing with black felt tip pens.

That is all.