Beige University had its Homecoming Game this weekend, so...I came home.
This was probably the last warm weekend of the year. Dad and Kell took the opportunity to wash the minivan; an activity that generally ends up with them drenching each other.
While home, I made the mistake of opening a package of Dad's campaign materials that were packed in styrofoam popcorn. The static in the air caused them to be attracted to my quills, where they burrowed so deep Kell had to use a rake to get them out. Sometimes I marvel at the many different ways in which life assaults my dignity.
Unfortunately, I won't be home on election night due to having Tuesday classes. It's one of the biggest evenings our family has had, and I feel awful about missing it, win or lose. (I've already sent in my absentee ballot; I'm one of the few non-hibernating species that uses one.)
