(Had to call a few days ago for replacement ballots for both of us. The person of the phone at the election office asked for my husbands name. Me: “Romney” Him: “How do you spell that?” Me: “Like the presidential candidate”. Him: “Oh. Okay. What’s the first name?” Me: “Ryan” Him: “Are you serious?”)
Grateful to live in a country where we can vote… regardless of whether the presidential ticket is EXACTLY the same name as my cute husband.