Campaign Headquarters

Yes, I am still sick.  The {gunk} has now spread to my right eye, so I have one very-red-but-no-longer-draining eye, and one nasty, goopy, I-can't-see-anything eye.  I did NOT go to the doctor.  I did some research online (so handy, don't you think?) on sinus infections (my self-diagnosis), only to discover that the doctor will most likely NOT prescribe an antibiotic for a viral-induced sinus infection.  Since I just had Lex in last week, and the doctor clearly stated that her illness was a virus, I figured I might just get the same response.  Lex, however, did NOT have goopy eyes.  But since the left eye seems to be getting better, I will press forward through the unpleasantness of {gunk} in my right eye.

Last night I peeled myself off of the couch to assist Mauri with this:

She wanted to wear it to school today, as advertisement for her campaign.  There are lots of stipulations for proper campaigning around here:

You can make a shirt, but only YOU can wear it.  You can't make shirts for your friends to wear.

You can't pass out toys or candy.

Everyone gets one page of address labels to make campaign stickers.

You can only make three posters: 1 big, 2 small.

Since speeches and voting are tomorrow morning, Mar wanted to wear her shirt for a full day around school today.  That meant some late-night crafting, regardless of my unfortunate, uncomfortable, and untimely illness.  (Crafty-dad Bill assisted, too.)  Luckily, we are pros at making shirts around here.

Tomorrow is election day.  Good luck, Mar!! :-)

I forgot to mention how yesterday, in my state of delirium, I managed to flood my bathroom.  Yep, when it rains, it pours.  Thankfully, Bill did not get upset... he just cut our I'm-on-my-way-home phone call a little short.  Probably to process it in solitude.  He immediately pulled up the carpet and got the blower going upon his arrival home.  Thanks to his quick thinking, expensive intervention will be unnecessary.  
He is the best husband ever.