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Monday, February 27, 2006

Things that Make Me Smile

Exador's mom called the cops on him because he espouses "Extreme Right Wing Views" on his blog. I read this before I went to bed and then spent all last night thinking about whether I could convince his mom to pack him up and ship him to my "reeducation camp" and what such "reeducation" might consist of.
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Peg's advice to Plimco in the comments of this post has convinced me that we should appoint Peg Ambassador of Food. She could just go around making sure that everyone has tasty things to eat and knows how to prepare them.
I have my car today.

2 Comments:

Peggasus said...: I am inclined to accept this great honor. Are there perks? Do I get Diplomatic Immunity? Must I be confirmed by both Houses of Congess? May I shamelessly plug a modest little cooking blog of which I am a contributor?; 2/27/2006 11:15:00 AM
Aunt B said...: I don't know if you get Diplomatic Immunity, but it would be cool if you did.

You know, my senator--the kitten killer--is looking for an issue upon which to base his presidential aspirations. I'm just thinking that, if there's one thing Americans love, it's food... If he supported your nomination for Ambassador of Food, it would set him apart from the pack and humanize him to a lot of folks.

Hmm...; 2/27/2006 12:17:00 PM

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