I can't find my voter registration.

This irritates me, and is causing me to rationalize why I don't need to go vote because of it.

As it is, it's not the mayoral election that makes me kind of want to get out to vote. That won't even be decided today. All that will be decided today is which two candidates will compete in the runoff election in May.

There's a couple minor city seats up, FOUR of which have only one candidate for the position.

The only thing I think might be remotely important is two city measures, one expanding generaous fire and police pensions to the port police (which I'd vote against), and one to reel back some of the excessive generosity in those same fire and police pensions (which I'd vote for).

I think I'm not going.

I'm a bad citizen of the Republic.

Can't you just use your licence at your polling place? It's what I usually do. Though I vote for everything, so it's possible they just go, "Oh it's her."

If they ask for any ID at all....

I have, on occasion, been hassled for not having the actual registration card on me, and I'm trying to decide if imagined potential hassle is too much hurdle to overcome.

All right, all right. I'll go friggin' vote....

::sheesh::

Grr. There should be no hassle in voting. If you're registered you should be on the roles. If you're not, they should give you a provisional ballot.

You want me to go explain this to them? Of course, we know what kind of mood I'm in, so the end result may be deportation.

Today, Heather, you shall be my Civic Responsibility Representative. Anybody wants to get between me and my polling place can receive instructions on where to file their legal opinions from you.

We have a local referendum today. I went into the bathroom where my husband was showering, flashed him, and said "I'm off to vote."

He replied, "Giving your all for Proposition T, I see."

You're supposed to keep your registration card? Uh oh. I've lived here for twenty years, I never worried about keeping it ... Heck, for the longest time, the nice old lady who kept the roll book of voters at the polling place was my next-door neighbor, and we'd chat cats while I waited for the next booth to open.

Yeah, when I vote in Wisconsin, the only question the old ladies ask is whether I'm me or my sister. So if I ever had a card there, I don't remember it.

Heather has a new tag, and I never received my voter registration card.