Today I am dressed in my best. By best I mean I don’t look like my usual 8-year-old girl self.
My day, this fine day, will be spent traipsing around town interviewing candidates for the upcoming election. I love politics, I really do.
I like researching what I will be voting for and I love thinking, although some may disagree, that my vote counts. That’s why we live in this free nation.
However, I do not like hearing candidates dribble on and on about why they are the best. When people run for office I feel like the high-school version of them comes out to play.
They lie and say whatever we want to hear and they talk smack about the opponents. I just see juvenile when I look at them. Not exactly who I would choose to make decisions that will affect me in the future.
Tomorrow, was supposed to be a thrilling day. Three folks up for murder trials will be in court. Grant it, they are just appearing before the judge for a pre-trial, status hearing. But it means they are one step closer to trial.
Oh, joy. A septic tank seminar. Just what I’ve always wanted to do.
I’m not cynical, I just don’t see how septic tanks can be better than murder.