Thanks, Pix. I hope I am not poking at anyone's wounds when I post. If I am, please stay something, and I'll stop.

Oh no! Please, this is Bitches. We are here to support one another, and I'm here for you just like you were (and doubtless will be again) here for me.

Thanks, Pix. I appreciate the support.

Oh no! Please, this is Bitches. We are here to support one another

Pix speaks (writes) the Truth.

As evidence that everybody does not always have to mourn, here is a short story based on tales my late father told me about his relationship with his mother. Subject to errors in my memory and name changes, this is a true story. I don't know if it will make you feel any better. It is quite grimly funny and your outlaws remind me of Dora.

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Liese is wise, though I admit I was ready to grab a pool skimmer and nab that pooch Hank and Britt-style.

Also, NOLA welcomes you. Town that care forgot, yadda yadda.

Please, this is Bitches. We are here to support one another, and I'm here for you just like you were (and doubtless will be again) here for me.

Amen.

I'm applauding Maria's letting go. SO healthy, and I hope, liberating.

I've got to bitch about something I can't say on facebook...iffn you don't mind.

So. I worked from 6am to 9pm as one of two ballot clerks in my precinct today. (Thanks for the kind works msbelle, it was my honor!)

I personally instructed 2194 people. Working out how much was admin time and how much was actually hands-on, the math comes out to 3 people per minute that I helped to cast their votes.

My precinct captain was an ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE. She started making life hard for us at 4:30 YESTERDAY when we went to set up the polling place.

At one point, there was a very long line this morning. Truth to tell, no one waited for more than an hour. And that was mostly because the intake clerks were slow getting people to my table where there were 7 different ballots that had to be appropriately assigned and tracked.

The captain came over to my cohort and I at one point and started yelling at us about being too 'yappy'...literally stopped the line to tell us we were taking too long.

20 seconds per person.

Then, to cover her obnoxiousness, she made up the elaborate fiction about how a Washington Post reporter had come to her to say that voters were complaining about our 'yappiness.'

When I did not take her rubbish, escalated, making herself look pretty bad in front of a crowd of people. Later in the day, when the Board of Elections rep praised us, she must have said 'She had our backs' about 8 different times.

I am going to complain about her behavior but don't know quite how to say it. She's apparently been a captain for a long time...but the crew of 10 people helping her today did all her work!

Okay. End of rant. Sorry for bleating, but I'm bone tired and can't really talk about this to the neighbors, ya know?

Quick funny before I go to bed. We were talking about the election over dinner, and we had this conversation:
Kara: I don't want Mitt Romney to win because he won't let me have children.
Me: Why wouldn't Mitt Romney let you have children?
Kara: I heard it on his ads. He's going to end planned parenthood!
Me: um....I do not think this means what you think this means...explain, explain, explain
Kara: Oooooh. I still don't like Mitt Romney.

For something completely different, it seems there is photographic evidence that John Wilkes Booth did *not* shoot President Lincoln, that he was a patsy. Here is the picture snapped mere microseconds before the trigger was pulled: [link]

Nice.