the price of popularity

So guess who called me at my home last night? You'll never believe it, not in a million years. Mitt Romney! That's right. He called my house to talk to me. Unfortunately, his number came up as private on my caller id so I let him go right to voice mail. But he greeted us by name, "hello Miller family" and then said some stuff. I'm not sure what because his voice made me sleepy.
And then, about an hour later, Joe Biden called! Again, I let it go straight to voice mail because the number was weird. Joe didn't know our name but he did call us "valued citizens" and then said a bunch of other stuff, which I again didn't listen to because he sounded kind of pushy.
Some other people called too. I'm sure they had really great things to say but by that point I was starting to get a little frustrated. All I wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch a movie with my family, but instead I had to keep getting up to check the phone. Being popular is so hard! Eventually, I just pulled the battery out of the phone and gave it to Caia.
I'm sure I'll regret it tomorrow when I find myself standing in front of that voting machine. How will I know who to vote for since I didn't listen to the deluge of phone calls telling me what to do? Why did I let Mitt's voice lull me into a peaceful semi-coma? What if he said something earth shattering? And what about Biden? What if his pushiness just masked a deep personal concern for me and my family? Curses!

photo from: politico.com