ME: Hey Tim! We did it?
TIM: And what's that?
ME: We elected a President. The people spoke and a clear winner emerged. No dirty tricks, no shenanigans, no controversy. A clear, undisputed winner.
TIM: Shenanigans?
ME: Fine. It's a quaint, rather antiquated word, but it has its place.
TIM: Yes. Congratulations are in order. Do you feel better? You were struggling quite a bit with your choice.
ME: I feel like a million bucks.
TIM: Too bad your clothing choices will never reflect that.
ME: Oh, your slams about my fashion sense, or lack thereof, can't even bother me right now. We're still riding the elation of election night. It was beautiful and unifying.
TIM: Can I assume you voted for Obama?
ME: Oh, no one knows who I voted for.
TIM: What? You didn't shout from the rooftops who you voted for?
ME: Nope! I cried all the way to the voting booth. Cried and prayed. I didn't know my choice until I stepped up to the machine.
TIM: You're kidding! You seemed so dead-on certain after our last conversation.
ME: I know, huh! But that was just the beginning of my "editing out the drama" and thinking about things. It was a decisive moment for me. It clarified a lot of things but it didn't "seal the deal". I really struggled.
TIM: So, right up until the time you got into the booth? Seriously?
ME: Yep! The way I saw it, I had four choices. McCain, Obama, Keyes and Nader.
TIM: Wow.
ME: Exactly. I stood there and stood there and stood there...and then I realized that, it was going to happen exactly like it was supposed to happen so pick the man and be done with it. So I picked. Then I finished voting and walked out. That afternoon I bought two celebratory pies and went home.
TIM: So no one knows who you voted for? Not even your husband?
ME: Right.
TIM: And you're suffering under the illusion that people care, aren't you?
ME: Absolutely.
TIM: I'm speechless.
ME: SCORE!!!
