Yup. Three satellite trucks are parked outside our house here in Zoliborz, and several knots of reporters are milling about outside already, waiting for me to emerge from my home onto the front steps. I'll have to make some kind of statement. It's only 7:30 am, but these Warszawian news-hounds can sense an amazing story from miles away. It's going to be a complete mad scramble to see who can scoop this news and get it on air first.
I'm just about ready. Getting my eyeliner on. Brushing my shiny brown hair. Slipping into some heels, so I can look put-together, collected, and calm as I step outside to say a few words on this momentous occasion.
For, yes indeedy, it is true.
It's finally happened.
For the first time in 30 years, Mr. D and I have NOT.... I repeat, NOT.... cancelled out each other's votes.
No, for the first time in 30 years, we've voted exactly the same.
Earth-shattering news. And possibly the end of the world as we know it.
I'd like to put it down to my amazing debating skills and persuasive arguments, but I can't even remember who ran in the last Presidential election, that's how pathetic my memory is. So putting together a persuasive political argument supported by actual facts is a bit beyond me.
And there were no petulant threats involving a month of cold suppers, or me running away from home. (That latter idea I tend to hold in reserve, as Mr D finds the potential cost-savings quite appealing.)
Nope. He just made up his own mind. As he is wont to do.
Wow! It's almost as good as the Phillies winning the World Series, which I can remember because it only happened maybe a week ago.
I think we've finally BOTH voted for THE WINNER!
And now, if you'll excuse me, my audience awaits.