"What ya t'ink about dem absentee ballots, eh?" asked Ula, trimming weeds around his wife's old new potting shed that he had leveled a month earlier. "Ve got dem in da mail, eh. I emailed you about dem." "Oh, dat's vat dat official-looking t'ing vas a couple weeks ago; ve tossed 'er in da garbage t'inkin' as ve vere, it vas from Publishers Clearing House wit' a bunch of yunk mail ads in it, as fluffy as it vas 'n all. "Now you're talkin' da Primary ballot aren't ye? Ve vudnt vant to miss votin' fer Biden & Harris now, vud ve? Hell, I vud valk to Roseau to vote fer dem -- an' pull Monique in da vagon, ifn I 'ad to. Too bad ve cudnt yust mail our votes in, ifn it vasnt fer da tret of Covid nineteen on da stamp glue dat rumor 'as bin sayin' da Chinese 'ave put on dere. Too bad dey avnt invented self-ad'erring stamps yet dat yust peel off 'n stick demselves to vat ever yer...