At the moment my darlings I am feeling quite proud of myself. While procrastination is something I am very much prone to, this time not procrastinating actually helped me out. On Friday I did my voting early figuring the lines were going to be bad no matter when I went so I might as well get it over with.
And the lines were long.
And it took more time than I wanted to spend in line.
But i did it.
Today, my babydoll took some time off work to go and vote since the early voting is still open (its a two week window here in case you were wondering.)
The lines were long.
In fact longer.
It took him twice as long to vote today as it did for me to vote on Friday.
So even though I skipped my Friday Face mask I am so pleased that I ended up going as early as i could.
Beyond feeling tickled pink with myself for not procrastinating, did manage to get a walk in. Apparently my pleasure at voting early caused the sky to rain on my parade, literally.
well literal rain. Not literal parade. I think even my neighbors might take issue if I marched along with a band leaders baton down the walking trail. Of course as long as i didn’t have the band and the elephants following me, they might not, who knows.
The air felt humid but didn’t look like it was going to rain, so i went on my walk. I reached the furthest point of my walk, turned around to head back and that’s when the skies opened up. Rain ga-loushed (and yes I said Ga-loushed. Take that spell check.) out of the sky in buckets. And it lasted until I was about forty feet from my house. Then it tapered off. When I put my hand on my front door to open it, the rain came to a stop and the sun peeked back out.
I know it’s just the weather, but it’s hard not to take that personally.
Luckily my baby doll finished voting by then and so I was the only one soaked. The whole voting thing sort of stressed him (the line was not terribly well managed and I think he was worried he wouldn’t make it in to vote on time and have to go through the whole thing again) out, so I’m making him consolation deviled eggs.
I know he likes deviled eggs, but I really think he likes when they are put on the old cut glass egg platter. Whenever he has felt stressed, he likes when he gets something fancy to make up for it. And to his credit as soon as I told him I would make the eggs for him, he got the platter out of the back of the cabinet and washed it. It was my grandmothers and we only use it once every couple of years at best. I think he just didn’t want to risk me just putting them on a plate. So dinner tonight is a large spinach salad with a side of deviled eggs, on a fancy cut glass platter. Luckily, most of the eggs will be going towards someone else’s belly.