Started the day off by standing in line at my local polling place (thankfully located across the street) in an unflattering pair of yoga pants and a messy ponytail.  Cause, hey, it’s before 7am and I’m just proud that I’m here.

And as the line snaked through the hallway (s-l-o-w-l-y) I noticed a familiar face.  The Hot Guy of my high school graduating class.  You know the one… captain of the lacrosse team, kind but not brilliant, and so good looking that you couldn’t stare directly at him.  You could, however, stare directly at his gorgeous backside draped in mesh shorts whenever possible.

There he was, dressed in a Brine polo shirt and rocking a shiny wedding band.  I don’t know what was more shocking– seeing him when I looked like I did for the first time after graduation or the fact that I’m apparently no longer the only member of my class that lives in Maine.

That was pretty much the excitement at this particular elementary school gym this morning.  Other than that, I’m extremely stressed.  And thinking that it must be a little easier to do this whole LSAT/work full time/apply to schools/try not to kill your dog thing when you have someone that supports you and loves you .  Or at least cooks dinner once in a while and takes some of the load from your shoulders.