Want my vote? Fold my laundry!

I refuse to post who I intend to vote for. If you know me well enough, you can probably figure it out. I just received my third (count 'em...one, two, three) phone call from the campaign office of one who I will call Wannabeprez! That isn't counting the lady who knocked on my door Saturday. Let me make it perfectly clear all of these were for the same person. Yes, I am a registered voter. Yes, I think it is important that as citizens of this great nation we exercise our right to vote. Yes, I think the issues are important and we should educate ourselves as to what the candidates believe. But if your campaign strategy is to imitate a telemarketer or door to door salesman, I'm not swayed. What really bugs me is that each of these people asked me point blank which way I intend to vote. I very seldom discuss that with my husband or closest friends. I don't think any of them have ever called me out of the blue or knocked on my door just to ask that question. Can you imagine P.K. calling me on his way home, "Hey, Honey. I'm just calling to see who you plan to vote for this time around?" As I informed the lady on the phone this morning, who I choose to vote for is a personal decision. Unless your candidate is offering to fold my laundry, take my daughters to gymnastics, bake cookies for my son's scout troop, pack lunches, run to the store and pick up everything on my grocery list, unload my dishwasher, help my kids with their homework, or fix dinner, all the phone calls or uninvited visitors won't win my vote.