The next generation

My cousin has been knocked up.  It's been officially announced.  My cousin is 22.  I guess she isn't too young, but she's not married and her boyfriend doesn't seem to be the type who will stick around.  I hope I'm wrong about that.

It's interesting.  My sister (who's very close our cousin) told me about it a couple months ago.  Therefore,scribefigaro knew about my cousin's pregnancy before her own mother did. 

Hmm.  A screaming baby will definitely raise the volume level of our already loud family get togethers.

And I voted today.  I had to flip my ballot over and over to try to find some of the names of the candidates that have been yelling at me through my television for the last few weeks before I discovered that they're not even in my district for me to vote for (or not).  No fair!  I've been putting up with their negative campaigning bull and I can't even punish them for it?  There should be a rule that political ads can only be run in the districts where the politicians are actually running.

Voting is fun.  We didn't have the punch cards any more.  We had the ones where you filled in the arrow for the candidate you wanted with a marker.  I was tempted to keep the marker as a souvenir.

Now I can go around saying, "I've done my civic duty."  Hooray!