Voting in Texas
Today is the first day of early voting in Texas. I went to the courthouse annex to vote, a place we affectionately call CountyMart because it’s an abandoned old WalMart. You feel like you’re in a BF Skinner experiment in there – no windows, all mazes.
Anyway, I was a happy woman before I even entered the building because Bubba got up early this morning and put this in the parking lot.
For those of you new here, local Democrats around here make bets on when Bubba is going to end up in the emergency room during the campaign. They know it is going to happen, but they bet on when. Let’s see, more than once he cut himself and had to get stitches while cutting zip strips. He broke his hand one year and put up five more signs before he went to the emergency room because he wanted to finish before dark. His hand was the size of a Easter ham when he got there.
Last election, he got chased by a vicious chicken while we were block walking in Arcola and I could not stop laughing long enough to help him. Bubba grew up in the city. I didn’t. He tripped and fell face first in a church parking lot while leafleting on a Sunday morning. Oh yeah and he got chased by a National Inquirer reporter once, which is a whole ‘nother story.
So, it’s officially election season in Texas and it’s my job to keep Bubba out of the emergency room. Y’all wish me luck.