i feel it's my civic duty to inform readers that, although nowhere in their materials and information does it state that the intended candidates for their program must be 35 years of age or older by their assumption of the Office of the Presidency AND must have been born in the United States to actually qualify for the office, this is in fact the law. still feel like applying for the job? click here to fill out a brief questionnaire and download the official entry form.
as for myself, I'm seriously considered declaring my official candidacy for the Office of the Presidency. while i entertain no fantasy that i might actually be elected to the post, the opportunity to speak my mind on behalf of the American people is definitely very tempting. if i decide to follow through with my presidential bid i'll be sure to keep readers informed of my progress. i could certainly use the work.
speaking of having too much time on my hands, i took this picture in my front yard today. thanks again to my wonderful parents for the wonderful digital camera. (See Martha, I told you he was a family man!) it's been misting off and on here all morning, and the plants are loving it. (I told you George, he's for the environment!) Chowder couldn't care less- he's sleeping under my chair as i type this, as is his wont. as it should be. readers can find a picture of my faithful companion Chowder here. (That should be good for some of the ASPCA vote.) this is a particularly lovely example of what can be done in a garden when you have no gardening skill but the plants are sturdy. the name of this particular kind of bush escapes me at the moment. i'm sure I just lost the "gardener vote". Perhaps what I gain in the "hobbyist photographer vote" will offset that.
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