Today, is the Day - Election Day

Yet I find myself poorly prepared. Turns out, the ladies have all gone off. And they left a blank practice ballot instead of the filled out one in the basket on the food safe with my voter registration card. Now I am faced with making actual decisions. Those decisions could alter the course of history, forever.

Crumby and me were counting on the ladies guiding us through this election cycle. Now, due to a horrible mistake or oversight, we are left to vote, unguided and unmonitored. Crumby is even more unnerved than me.

Aren’t you Crumby?

Maybe Ray. I am fairly unnerved. Who is our candidate for dogcatcher? The last time I would have voted for dogcatcher, if I had been eligible to vote, my preferrred candidate got elected anyway, despite my ineligibility. Then, once he got into that important office, the game wardens caught him poaching catfish. I felt totally humiliated and disgraced by that particular electoral process.

Uh. What’s the matter with poached catfish, Crumby?

Huh?

I know those catfish generally need to be fried up in a nice cornmeal batter, but I can see poaching a catfish or two for variety.

Dern it Ray! The dogcatcher swiped those catfish illegally. That is what I mean when I say, poached. You knew I meant that. You are just going out of yer dern way to get me more aggravated and unnerved.
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Mercy! Shall Ray and Crumby make it to the poll after all? Shall they make informed decisions at the poll? Time may tell.