Exercising my OTHER right

I've decided to exercise my right NOT to vote. Up until this week I had actually planned on hauling my cookies to the voting booth and checking off my choices for change in this world, but then I got more junk mail. And my phone rang during dinner and after 12 dozen "hellos" an automated voice came over the line and wanted to tell me how his opponent has screwed up in the past and how he wouldn't do that that to me because he cared about me.

It felt about as genuine as hook-up line in a bar before the one night stand you live your life regretting. I almost dropped the phone and ran to the shower to scrub the dirty lies off of me but I withheld because it was dinner time and small people would have looked at me funny.

So this morning, before my husband took off for work, I looked at him an unapologetically declared, "I'm not voting today. You?"

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