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So, this was on my ballot.

It’s insane.

Say we secede from the State of California and then what?

Shirleyville is out of the question because I don’t want the responsibility.

Hopefully, the voters will decide we don’t need any more needless trauma and vote the measure down, but who knows.

At any rate, the Mail Ballot Voting Instructions were to share my voting experience on social media by taking a Mail Ballot Selfie with the "I voted By Mail" sticker and ballot envelope.

I forgot the sticker but the envelope alone should be enough to say "I voted By Mail".

Wasting time on TikTok last night, Michael Cohen’s latest rant popped up.

I didn’t find what he had to say very interesting ─ nothing we haven’t heard before about No. 45’s misdeeds and what should happen to him, but I loved what Cohen was wearing.

Did I track down where the shirt came from and buy it?

Of course, I did. How could I not.

Mildred’s Day 17 challenge: "A song you’d sing a duet with someone on karaoke", takes me back to my first karaoke experience.

The law firm’s annual Christmas Party was one year held at a venue called The All Star Country Hollywood.

Right up my alley.

I even remember what I wore — jeans, boots, and a western shirt with fringe.

The after-dinner entertainment was us.

Someone came around to the tables with a book of songs, and we’d pick which song we wanted to get on the stage and sing along with.

Coming into my own power back then, feeling myself, I chose a song that personified the hardened heart I'd become, the respect I insisted on and essentially sang a duet with Shania Twain.

Leaving the event end of evening, we were greeted with the sight of an attorney’s wife slumped and spread eagle passed out drunk in a chair by the exit door.

I’d heard rumors that the wife was an alcoholic — I’d assumed she became one because living with him, judging by the way he carried himself in the office, had to be tough going.

A few weeks later, while on a day off, I got a call from a coworker that the wife had died.

"Did he kill her?" asked I, because homicide had seriously been my initial thought.

The story was that, in a drunken state, she somehow perished in a house fire.

The husband didn’t seem to mourn her. Instead, he appeared happiest I'd ever seen and had himself a girlfriend pretty quick.

So, who knows.