For those of you not on Facebook or Twitter and who live without TV and radio, today is Election Day. Today is the day to cast your vote on who is elected to office, from our next President down to local School Board members.
On my way to vote this morning, I popped into McDonald's for a biscuit and a Diet Coke. I believe in breakfast being the most important meal of the day and I've got to have a full belly in which to function properly. Especially when the fate of the country hangs in the balance of my vote.
My purse of choice lately has been my rhinestone studded '68 Comeback Special Elvis bag. I break it out every Fall. I'm not sure why I determined this to be my Autumn purse but it probably has something to do with Black Friday shopping and whacking unruly people in line with my ginormo handbag.
I strolled into McDonald's with my Elvis purse and found myself first in line. The person working the counter was an older lady and she about lost her crap when she spotted my purse.
Her face flushed and she had a difficult time breathing. There may have been some vigorous face fanning as well.
The term hot and bothered springs to mind.
Seeing my purse immediately turned this woman into a giggly school girl. She could hardly take my order. Homegirl was seriously tongue tied. She could barely articulate her love of Elvis and comment on his extreme "foxiness" without going all goof ball on me.
She used the term "foxy". It was awesome.
She must have thought the Elvis on my purse was, in fact, Elvis in the flesh. Admittedly, I'd have lost my crap too if the real live Elvis appeared in front of me at a McDonald's, so I'm not judging her. But still. Her reaction was comical.
But that's probably due to her term of "foxy" more than anything. It's become my term of choice when describing anything I find remotely attractive.
"Wow! You look foxy in those new blingy butt jeans!"
"We need a new mailbox. Bet we can find a foxy looking one at Home Depot!"
"Look at all those political signs at the voting center. They are super foxy looking!"
I made several decisions this morning at the voting center, including my decision to spend the next few days bringing the term foxy back.
You're welcome America.
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