Maybe I wasn't clear enough...

I think my boss' husband thinks I'm voting for Obama. He always talks about voting for the 'right candidate' and how 'everyone knows who that is.' During the debates, he always made sure I was watching them. I know this guy is involved in the process - I can't blame him for being uninformed.
But today he acted genuinely surprised when I told him I didn't watch Sen. Obama's infomercial (though I chose not to use that word.). He even told his wife, 'She didn't watch the program!' She reminded him that he didn't, either, but that didn't seem to matter.
He has never said 'I am voting for Obama, and you should, too.' But his 'right candidate' comments plus making fun of a well-known conservative commentator make me pretty sure who his candidate is. My first day here, he asked me if I was an 'Obama girl or a Bush girl.' (He really said Bush instead of McCain - this was my first clue to his politcal leaning. Liberals tend to confuse the president with the republican candidate.) I responded, 'Well, I'm not exactly McCain's biggest fan, but I'm sure not voting for Obama.' And I have not said a word about McCain since then.
Here is my question: Should I be more obvious? I'm a conservative. I'm registered Republican, but I'm thinking of fixing that before the next round of elections. I vote conservatively, or at least the best choice (in some cases, the lesser of two evils). Liberals in this town tend to be very vocal. It isn't 'cool' to be a conservative. Not that I've ever been considered cool... But should I be as vocal as the other side? When they're vocal, it's considered the 'right thing to do.' When conservatives are vocal, we're loud-mouthed, hate mongering, Bible-thumping idiots. So what would you do if your boss' husband (and work associate) voiced loudly his opposing viewpoints on a daily basis? I don't mind him giving his opinion - but is it wrong to give mine?

Why I Should Listen to My Husband More Often

I DID IT!!!
I passed my Insurance Licensing Exam! In about a week, I will be an official insurance producer for Shelter Insurance.
The test was brutal. 3 hours to complete 170 questions. But, of course, it couldn't be that simple.
First off, I'm sick today. I went to work, but only after downing about a billion Tums and praying that I wouldn't puke all over my 'test day' clothes (BTW, totally doesn't matter what you wear. The guy taking the official license picture will screw up the picture DMV-style no matter what). After about 2 hours of barely-functional work, my boss sent me home. Did I mention before that she is awesome? Well, she is. So I went home and slept from 10 to 11:30, when Paul got home. He made me split-pea and bacon soup, which completely looks like green puke, but was exactly what I wanted. I crawled out of bed, made myself look presentable, printed out a mapquest to the site, and left. Then I turned around and went back inside 'cause I definately left the print-out on the printer.
The address I was given was for a bank, so I freaked out and thought I was lost, which was especially great because I left my cell at home. Luckily, there was an awesome receptionist who informed me that yes, I was in the right place. When I got into the right reception area (which required walking back outside - In the almost-rain), I slipped my purse off my shoulder and popped a button off my coat. I was certain that this was a sign of things to come. I had to show two forms of ID and sign a long document saying I knew I couldn't look at notes, talk to other people, or chew gum during the test. The guy took my picture, put my stuff in a locker (about this time I inhailed my gum - good thing, 'cause if I had taken it into the testing room, they would have voided my test), and gave me a key to the locker, some earplugs, and a wet-erase-board (so they could see my notes after the test - a little paranoid, I think).
Anyhow, a lot of drama. But I passed! I'll never know how well I did, 'cause they only show you your score if you fail. I'm okay with that. I'd rather know, but I'll live.
And now, my husband is taking me to get some celebratory ice cream.