Lost the Election but Kept the Breast...

Well, the breast wasn't ever in danger of being lost, but I'll bet the dramatic title doubled my number of readers (2 to 4).

Final election count was about 1485 for the Republican incumbent to 1035, my Dem debut. The independent candidate had less than votes. For my first run for elective office, I'm thrilled with the results.

As for the "palpable mass" in my right breast, it's nothing malignant. Mammogram, ultrasound, and needle biopsy say so.

Speaking of mammograms, a study was just published that recommended an incredulous, and horrifying, change in the age at which women should begin routine annual screenings for breast cancer. Some brainiacs decided that too many false positive results led to too many unnecessary biopsies and that women should wait until age 50, instead of 40, to commence with annual mammograms.

I don't have a strong enough word in my vocabulary that comes close to my opinion of their opinions.

Let's just say that I hope they will never, EVER, be allowed to work on projects more important than shoveling shit at circuses. And even that wouldn't be fair to the elephants.

Election Day November 3 2009

Ok, so I'm a Democrat running for a seat on the Planning and Zoning board (not to be confused with Parks & Recreation.)

One minute I join the Democratic Town Committee, the next minute I'm campaigning.

And all it took was someone I just met to say, "... we think you should run for Planning and Zoning."

Next Tuesday is election day, and I have no idea what to expect.

I will be out at the polls early (theoretically 6 a.m.) and I'll be one of those people who accost the voters at the walkway. I've always been so annoyed by 'those people.' Something about milling around like a vulture smacks of desperation to me, but I'll give it a go.

I suppose there are the few voters who are undecided, and they might take one look at me and say, "Sure, I'll vote for you!"

And then they'll walk inside and ask "Which row is the Republican ticket?"

After the polls close, we'll await returns at headquarters. In the end, I'll either be toasting my drinks or drowning in them.

Regardless of the outcome, it will be a cool experience. (yeah, sure, it's sort of like saying, "It's ok if I don't win the Oscar, just being nominated was an honor.")

I hope that the vacation day I am taking will be be worth it. I hoard vacation days in the event, however unlikely, that a pile of money will rain down on me, and I'll be able to take off to Europe for two weeks.

I'd also like to take this opportunity to thank my neighbors for putting my sign on their lawn. Awfully sweet of them!