yesterday i got 2 texts from Bernie’s campaign, reminding me to vote today. i remembered to shut off the reminder on my phone so it didn’t wake me or anyone else at midnight. i woke up at 6 minutes after 7am and my first thought was ‘the polls are open!’
we were ready to go out the door when Sir Os asked if i had my voters’ card. i looked at him in disbelief. isn’t the michigan drivers’ license that we spent 2 months last winter getting ridiculous numbers of documents for enough in this state? (i’ve only voted once before in my life, as i described in my first diary on dkos, and that was in idaho. there is a lot about american civics i don’t know, or even know that i don’t know.)
‘No, look, here’s my card,’ he said patiently. ‘when we got them in the mail, i remember you saying that you were putting yours somewhere safe where you wouldn’t forget it…but i don’t remember what the somewhere is.’
well, geesh. i don’t even remember getting the card. sucks to have brain damage.