But then it was on to dishes and clutter and albums laying around and clothes and then some cat knocks on the door and since my door is open except for the screen door I walk toward him and have no idea who he is but just as I get there, he says "I'd recognize you anywhere!" and I'm like who is this cat because I just wasn't expecting anyone for hours and it's (UMX reader) peasant and I'm like HEY MAN WOW thanks for coming out and all that, because a couple people are coming from a few miles away, he's from idaho. And then I was like "what the hell do I do now?" because I completely wasn't ready but then he split to chill for a bit and grab a shower and whatnot. So I have a little time to continue my preparation. I guess I'll post pictures over at House of Nezua until that becomes totally annoying.

But I've got to get a move on!

First, let me tell you what happened. Earlier today I got a call from my dead grandmother who guilted me about voting for Obama! Or that's what I thought. It was actually just a matriarchal Clinton staffer/volunteer:

Me: Hello?
Old Woman: (Warm, motherly voice) Hi, how are you? I'm calling to ask if you received your ballot yet? [Oregon is a mail-in voting dealio and more people are paying attention to our primaries than probably ever, as it will have an impact on this thing for once. ]
Me: Not yet.
Old Woman: (shaky old voice in the tone of 'oh you dear young rascal') Oh, you didn't check the mail yet?
Me: No, I said, no, I've checked the mail. It just hasn't come yet.
Old Woman: (conversationally, as if talking over apple cobbler) Well, I'm with the Hillary Clinton campaign and I'm hoping she'll be able to count on your support.
Me: Okay.
Old Woman: (timidly) Um, well we're doing a little poll...are you going to be supporting Hillary?
Me: No. I'll be voting for Obama.
Old Woman: (wounded) Oh I'm so sorry to hear that.
Me: Oh, what? Nana?
Old Woman: Have a nice day.
Me: Okay, yeah, ah. You too, thank you.

Oh, those ruthless Clintonites! I felt so bad I donated $25 to Obama's campaign before crossing the room just to purge myself of sympathy. Odd thing is, that's the second time the Clinton campaign has called my house and asked this. And been told (by one of us) that we are not voting for Clinton. I should think of something more interesting to say for the next time they call. Maybe I'll be like What??? This is the Clinton headquarters! What are you doing calling here? That might be fun.

Adios!