I’m a sucker for a sticker. I don’t think I ever developed past the point where children will do anything for a sticker they can wear on their shirt, because dude: if a sticker is involved as a reward, I’m SO there! When I had to get stuck a gazillion times to have blood drawn right after we found out I was peegee, I looked longingly at the “I’m BRAVE!” stickers they had on a roll next to me. I didn’t get one. But Lordy how I wanted one. ‘Cuz I WAS brave, dammit!
Anyhow. Today is voting day in Kans-ass. There’s a marriage-amendment on the ballot, which I oppose for a number of reasons not the least of which is that it is unconstitutional. I disagree strongly with attempting to legislate morality. So I was there, bright and early with my voter registration card (snort–like I needed it. We all know each other around here.). I voted, and marched to the ballot box and dropped it in and smiled at the lady, who smiled politely back…but who did NOT hand me one of those “I Voted” stickers.
Dude. I want a sticker.