Election Night

Small town style.

Neighborhood BFF and me plus our six children and a spare spent the afternoon shifting kids from one house to another -- I got the 4 month old baby boy for TWO WHOLE HOURS (love that non-verbal blue-eyed dude) -- and voted and shuttled kids to tennis with stop offs to the liquor store and the grocery. Summer approaches and the rules are just so far out the window, it's not even funny. We co-mingled the food we had and served dinner (at 7:30!!) for seven al fresco and un-corked the bottle and the beers.

And awaited results of today's big vote on the override we've been supporting for the schools.

(This Small Town is cheap, yo. CHEAP. Like Yankee cheap and insufferably so. The boiler in the middle school worked for your grandparents? That's awesome, but, dudes, that was FIVE THOUSAND years ago. Time for a new one, a 20 million dollar new one no doubt, but c'mon....)

The six kids and the spare (she being a bussed-in kid from the city hosted by my neighbor and who is now a part of both our families) were in freakin' hog heaven: trampoline at 7 PM? yes. Ice cream bars though you barely ate dinner? Yes to that too.

Because it's election night, kids, and we've got a bottle of wine and a six pack and we've staked "vote yes" lawn signs in lawns all over the Small Town and yapped our yappers to anyone who would listen and emailed anyone who's spam filters would allow and so -- yeah. Go for it: trampoline, ice cream, no bed time EVER. IT'S ELECTION NIGHT DUDES!


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We won.