Tuesday, November 07, 2006

I married a country singer; now I'm knocked up and blind.

I have nothing useful to say. Not that I ever really do.

I will trek to the voting booth tonight and do my best to decimate my local government's attempt to substantially increase my property taxes. Boo to taxes for things we don't need.

My dad said yesterday that he didn't put George's blaze orange sweater on because it was too hot. He also took off his own blaze orange. He just hopes they don't get shot.