I am so excited for tomorrow, it's killing me. Seriously. I would make a random analogy about a girl on Christmas Eve, except that it's more like a girl on Christmas Eve and/or a girl on the day before her first OB/GYN appointment. Or something.

Brad and I early-voted last Friday at our friendly supermarket. We had visions of shopping for groceries and stopping by the election booth on our way in. We were met by a line of at least two hundred people that weaved through the beer and wine section (beer and wine in the grocery store is still such a novel thing for the dry Lubbock county girl in me), past the Cokes aisle, all the way to the end of the sugar cereals.

My first instinct was to feel slightly annoyed, until faint strains of the Star Spangled Banner surged in my chest, and I felt patriotic for the first time in years. We happily stood in line for forty five minutes, however pointless it may be in this red state. The line never got shorter, either, and I would estimate that we saw at least 400 individual voters in the time that we stood in line.

Also, we got cute stickers that say "I voted!" Awesome.

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