Commericals Come to a Halt.

Don't you wish that on election day the commercials would just cease?
Come to a screeching halt would be a dream.
We all have to endure these damn commercials for another 24 hrs.

Izzy, Rick, and I went to the location to cast our votes very early this morning.
I mean, we're all up, might as well go over the school to vote. Right in our development so there is no damn excuse.
You see my dog is on Eastern Daylight Time while the rest of us have moved on to Eastern Standard Time. So at 4:30 she was up and at 'em.
Apparently, it takes more than a couple of days for her body clock and bowels to catch up to the real time. It drives us bonkers each and every year.
BTW, Grammarly insists that bowels is not the word I want in that sentence.
So Grammarly, bug off, it is the word needed in that sentence. 

There were lots of dogs and people this morning. One asked me about a woman who is running in our area. I wouldn't vote for her if it meant I'd be granted a check for millions of dollars, sure I'd be tempted, but even I have my morals. She's a sick and twisted female with a stick up her butt and her lips don't move when she talks. Those are the nice things I can say about her. This morning a young man walked up to me and presented me with something about her and I politely said, 'no thank you'.  He then asked loudly, "Aren't you voting for XYZ?"
I said in what my hubby calls my June Cleaver tone, "Oh heaven's no, I have a brain but thank you for asking anyway."  Apparently, it was too polite for my husband the others around because they all began to laugh. I didn't think it was funny. I didn't get what was funny at all. I didn't want to insult him, but I didn't want his propaganda either. No reason to be mean. But apparently to all others that was very funny.

When we got inside I said, "why did you laugh?" The guy behind Rick said you were just so damn nice that I think your words and tone shocked him. The tone was sweet but your words were telling him the opposite.  Then he shook my hand and told me it was priceless. I was gob smacked. I had no idea what the hell the big deal was and still don't quite frankly but if that made them happy okay.

I saw Dr. Tall, Tan and Gorgeous yesterday. I have to have surgery on my knee.
Torn Meniscus. Apparently, it is outpatient surgery now. Two little holes on either side of my knee cap and they go in with that camera and sew up and then clean up a few other issues. Arthritis in my knee they can't do anything about. But the major pain I've been dealing with is going to go away and I can wear heels again. Since I limp a bit, walking in heels is a bitch so it's all flat shoes which I don't have a ton of. All my pretty boots I'd wear this time of year are heels so at least I'll have pretty shoe choices again.

I will have 3-4 weeks of PT and that's that. He said I may need crutches the first day but they want me walking immediately. Steps as well. He said most don't even use the crutches. I always thought this was a bad surgery but he made it sound like a piece of cake. Or I just now have a false sense of security.

This morning I needed something upstairs and just did without. At one point Rick said where are your socks? I said on the bed. I got them out and struggled to get it on my left foot and then said to hell with it. He said, "go get 'em  and I'll help you." I said No,that's okay.  I just didn't want to climb the stairs again. I also didn't want to tell him to go climb the stairs either. He figured it out as I poured another cup of coffee and he fetched my socks. He even put them on me after he blew inside of them and made them warm. Ooh, it was nice. He's a good man. I'll keep him.