Two facts about me you may not have known:

1. I love to vote. I love politics, I am obsessed, and I love election night – have since 1998. Staying up late on election night, watching returns, celebrating (or more often crying) the next morning… I might get an ulcer, but I can’t stay away.

2. I hate being sticky. Sticky faces, sticky hair, sticky fingers – I know that these are the benchmarks of parenthood. Yet they are my nemesis. When I was a child my parents repeatedly read me the book Sticky Stanley. This book featured a candy-loving young man who ended up sticking to everything. I loved this story. And it horrified me. I am a damaged puppy.

So to engender some sort of election night excitement in my own impressionable youth, I decided that this year we would have our own election. Queenie and Boy-o nominated their favorite meals a week ago: Queenie chose pancakes and eggs, and Boy-o opted for hamburgers and fries. Tonight was the vote, and tomorrow is the meal. Suffice to say I’m glad we voted early this year – taking fussy bored children was difficult enough. If they’d also been sticky I would’ve lost my mind.

But if you haven’t voted yet PLEASE go vote tomorrow! Get a babysitter, wash your hands, and VOTE!

Unless of course you were planning on voting for that other guy.