The Houston mayoral election has been pretty tame this year. We're in the midst of a runoff, and I have been surprised that none of the usual crazies have come out of the woodwork, but that all changed when I picked up my mail today. There it was, the first hate mailer I've received this year. I'm not sure why I was one of the lucky 35,000 but it definitely had an impact.
Cheetos and pizza boxes went flying, I plucked the cat off the keyboard and started my first diary.