Voting for More Prisons

Tuesday was our special election day. The Canadian, being the communist that he is, is not registered so only my super important voice for heard for the Hartman household. All the measures were about robbing Peter to pay Paul. Based on previous Dancing with the Star results I know that Americans, including Californians, can't be trusted with important issues so of course everything failed but the measure about no raises for legislature when we're in a deficit. I love voting because I get to visit my new favorite care home, Sycamore Glen, right down the street. I took Chris with me this time so he could fall in love with it too. I told him it looks like a cruise ship inside. Then on our way out somebody walked by us and said it looked like a cruise ship without the ship. See?!
Look at my plush luxurious reading chair I shall soon be enjoying when I move in.

Yesterday we went shopping for Andrew's birthday present. We'd decided to get him a digital camera like he asked for after I confirmed with C. that she wasn't getting him one. We went to K-Mart, Target, Big Lots, Toys R Us, Wal-Mart and then ended going back to K-Mart where we started because they had the best prices. I found one on clearance for $25.00 that is actually a nice little camera. It's a 3.1 megapixel big kid camera. No Hannah Montana for Andrew.
We didn't do much tonight. Chris worked in the gay-rage while I whispered sweet nothings to all my new clothes I bought on Monday. When I went out to check on him I found him waxing Tango.
Now Tango is shiny and sexy. Vroom, vroom.

I get to sleep in tomorrow because instead of working in Paradise in the morning I get to go to a 2 hour purchasing conference in Chico in the afternoon instead. I'm meeting Kari for lunch right before hand at a chinese place in the Raley's shopping center at the bottom of the hill. Then tomorrow night, Andrew's b-day party starts at 6:00 pm at the Sunshine House. It's a bbq, but it wasn't enough to entice Uncle Chris into attending. Too many strangers + too many kids = too much noise. Completely understandable.

It's 8:30 pm and 79 degrees inside and 79 degrees outside. I think that deserves a walk around the block. I'm off!