Oct. 27th, 2010

I am glad I was not in time to register to vote in Kentucky, because it means I don't have to vote in the Two Disgusting Men election.

Realistically, in the not-uncommon situation in which both choices in an election are disgusting, you want to vote for the one who more frequently pretends to support the policies you think wisest. It is the sensible thing to do. But it's also offensive to my sensibilities, so I'm pleased I didn't have to do it this year.

(Statistically, it's likely that there is at least one Two Disgusting Men/Women election going on in Maryland, too - but it's not as obtrusive, so I didn't need to go pray and mortify my flesh after filling in the little circles.)
Mom: - well, at the time, your sister was a baby, and she had colic and she would sleep maybe two hours at a time.

Dad: I drove her around in the car... I put her in this wind-up swing, which didn't work very well... I put her on top of the washing machine...

Mom: [Our Childhood Primary Care Physician] told you to give her alcohol one time, right?

Dad: Yeah, he told me I should put booze in her bottle.

Me: Are you sure he was a doctor!? I mean, did you ever actually see his diploma?

Dad: Yeah.

Mom: I saw it.

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