So, originally this was supposed to be little ray of sunshine in your life showing you that someone named Schitter (yes, you pronounce it that way. . . . or at least that's how I've been pronouncing it) had dozens of signs posted around our neighborhood for the last 2ish months, while simultaneously exhibiting my new haircut, but Brother Z decided that basketball was more important than an unintentionally hilarious sign/hair photo-shoot. This was what we got before he left to go dribble his balls. Heh. heh heh heh.
But actually, today isn't about hair and Schit (my affectionate nickname for the candidate). It's about you.