Yup. I hate it. I remember being so proud after voting in my first election. I remember enjoying the whole process... the campaign, the self-education, the pomp and circumstance of presenting my i.d.
Then I met Tim. And even those first 8 years or so, I still was proud to be a voting american... proud to be part of the process, even if my vote was in direct opposition with my soul mate's.
Now. What an arduous process. Ugh. Do I really have to listen to one more incredibly juvenile ad on TV? Do I have to suffer yet again through a night filled with phone calls and website updates?
It's not that Tim has beaten me down... I haven't succumbed to the dark side. It's not that I am less passionate about certain issues... maybe I am even more passionate now.
It is simply the displeasure in going through the process alone.
I refuse to answer the phone if I recognize a Republican's (in-law, former college buddy) phone number. I blog... unrelenting to cnn.com.
The thrill is gone, folks. I don't feel the need to convert my husband anymore. As much as his ideology can confound and infuriate me, frankly, my dear, I just don't give a damn.
So, there it is. I hate election night. I think I will go blog on Holcombgraydecor.blogspot.com about something I do care about... like paper versus cloth napkins.
