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The Horror
 So, if you know me, you might know that I can be a bit political. You can stop the sarcastic "Nooooo"ing now, thank you. That's quite enough.
So I asked Frank to vote in the Democratic primary for a certain candidate I like. Normally I'd never consider being actually be so obnoxious, but in case you haven't noticed, it's a pretty tight race and Texas could make or break it. Plus, the Republicans have settled nicely on their candidate and voting for him wouldn't really help things much.
Well, in the end, Frank couldn't bring himself to vote in the Democratic primary. He shuddered when I asked him why not, and then when I said, "Hon, it doesn't make you a Democrat!" he replied with a mock horrified whisper voice, "It MIGHT!"
I had to laugh. Then we went upstairs to watch Entourage, Season 3.
Don't worry, I won't get all political on this blog. Just thought the story offered a good window into our relationship.
And yes, I realize that the picture I've put in this post is creepy as heck. I'm trying to desensitize myself to it, and also it was perfect for Frank's reaction. The end.
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We recently had a similar conversation, so this is especially funny.
I think we're in the same city. We're in Fort Worth today and I realized there's a marathon. Get's better. We're going to the zoo...which is on the marathon's route. We were this close. If you get this, feel free to shoot me a message and we can hook up.
I'm doubting you're on email right now, as the race started an hour ago.