So Sandy hit. And nothing really happened at our place, except this:
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| Assassin's Creed won out over the discarded Lego game because we needed at least a third wheel to make the board game fun. |
And this:
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| Slow cookers rock my world. |
Hence the silence over here. Because, if we're honest, there is only so many witticisms one can make about tag-team Assassin's Creed II. (Though I am excellent at head-butting people to death.)
But, for you (and for you alone), we stopped by the in-law's house after voting to provide you with a happy non-bitter, non-lie-filled story about the election.
But first, I must interject the story of why we had to trek down to South Philly for Man's vote. See, Man is unaccustomed to the drawn out process of address changes, which has been an annual tradition for me for a decade. And, as such, he completely forgot to start the process. But it worked out for you, because still legally living at his parents' house means that Man is still listed in the same book as his folks.
And, as in any governmental event, everything lines up alphabetically. So we could easily tell that his pop had voted after all.
I say 'after all' because not two days before, the Old Man's pleasant tirade against politics. It all started with either "In China, I vote wi' my feet." or "No man get my dollar." Eventually we separated the stories of voting in China from those of current election, and from the intersperse comments about American taxes. It was eventually figured out that, in China, he made his opinion clear by staying clear of the elections. And that America was no different.
So, all that to say: I felt obligated to tease him about capitulating to democracy.
Old Man: I gi' you dollar.
Me: You'll give me a dollar for what?
Old Man: You vote me. You vote my name.
Me: You already voted! I can't vote under your name now.
And then he just grins, holds up a bottle of cognac and says, "Drink?"
After this election? Yes, please.
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