We voted at our local nondescript neighborhood church building. Don't they do voting at schools anymore? Or is it too dangerous to have hordes of random adults (albeit registered voters) passing through an elementary school these days?
Before you get all excited, like Jeremy did, realize that the bottom half of this sign is in Spanish, and there will not, in fact, be a 75-pie limit inside the building.
Does it bother me that all the signs at our voting location were in Spanish as well as English? I haven't decided yet. I'm just trying to remember if the ballot itself was in both languages. I can't quite recall, which doesn't really mean anything since I hardly even notice all the Spanish around here anymore.
We went ahead and took the kids with us. Our strategy was to avoid the lines by going mid-morning, when it was after work had started but before lunch break. And there was no line whatsoever. The precinct workers - almost every one of whom were elderly ladies - told us that at 6am, the line stretched all the way down the sidewalk. The ladies all thought our kids were cute and gave them extra "I Voted" stickers, which could have led to some serious Ben & Jerry's defrauding if we had a scoop shop down here. I wish I could have sent the stickers your way, Jen.
Yesterday evening, we settled in to watch the big map of the USA get colored in red and blue. Miriam was obsessed with it. In fact, every time the news anchors starting talking instead of showing the map, she got upset. Today, our afternoon project will have to be coloring in a map red and blue. And then this election will really be over and maybe NPR can talk about something else for once.