Last night was the Democratic National Convention. Aaron and I naively thought we would turn it on and enjoy the show. Instead the simple sight of a few red and blue balloons launched us into a 3 hour "conversation" on the merits of our opposing candidates and all their various policies.
Somewhere at the end of the three hours while we got ready for bed I asked Aaron if I died in child birth and it was my dying wish that he vote for Obama if he would do it. He said No. This morning I asked him what he wanted for his birthday. He said he wanted me to vote for McCain and was upset when I told him no. So according to Aaron a birthday wish trumps a dying wish.
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A man's gotta stick to his principles. And I thought all of my carefully crafted arguments would have convinced you by now. It's upseting that logic holds so little sway over your political decisions ;)
Mothers in law shouldn't get involved in these discussions, but it is tempting...
you two are funny...
I think husbands (that's you aaron) have nothing on their wives until THEY take a turn passing a human out of their body (I'm trying to have this be rated G. Only then can they even try to trump anything their wife says. Sorry aaron, you lose. And Katy, if you die during childbirth, I will vote for Obama for you.
It should be known that 1) Once I realized it was not a joke, I did say that I would probably grant a deathbead request, if it was really that important for her, to vote Obama and 2) the birthday request, on my part, was a joke.
Thank you Marlo. Nice Back pedaling Aaron. :)
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