And apparently Her Nibs is set on getting me elected president of the United States. She told this to Plainbellied recently, but hadn't said anything to me until we were getting ready for church last week. I had a tie on and she said, "Daddy, you look like the President!" I can't tell you just how unqualified I would be for that job, but it's nice to know I have some support if I ever decided to apply for that job. But Plainbellied says it would be grounds for divorce. . . .
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