Can you find me...

So, I voted today. It was the first time that I voted at a voting booth. In Oregon, where I have voted since I was 18 (in almost every single election, I proudly add), the voting is all done by mail, so I have never been allowed to vote in a booth. Today, was only slightly not the same. My polling station was in some one's backyard. Seriously, that was weird. And only slightly more disappointing was that my "booth" was merely a cardboard stand with sort of tall partitioning wall which didn't even reach my eye height. Then I handed my ballot in a "privacy sleeve" (read as piece of white cardboard folded in half so as to cover the ballot) to a guy who then dropped it into a big cardboard box. So, that feels secure...

I have not watched news in three hours, mostly because I'm afraid that if I watch it will end up like the last two presidential elections. I just don't think that there's enough wine in the world to make that okay. Instead I'm watching VHS tapes of shows that I'm behind on. Yes I wrote VHS. We watch so many conflicting shows that we have to use the VCR to record a third channel, since the DVR can't record three channels at once. That's ridiculous, but there are other times when we don't record anything because there is a lot of bad TV that we don't watch. So, I'm getting caught up on my Biggest Loser fix in which I'm thinking I really I should be at the gym, not sitting on my couch.

Here's something amusing for you:

This is a clipped version of a larger wall of camouflage but I did not get permission from the other person in the picture (who isn't camouflaged in the picture) to put his image up. That picture is much funnier because he's "looking for me."

Why do some automatic toilets never automatically flush and why do others flush while you're still on them?