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Saturday, February 26, 2011

Chia Obama

JUST FOR FUN

MY CHIA OBAMA
My Christmas present from Kim.

I've been passing time waiting for spring trying to get my chia pet to grow. I can't get him looking all full and pretty like chia pets look on TV so I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm going to try again soon.

No matter how you feel about politics you've got to love the Obama chia pet. I'm having about as hard of a time trying to grow my chia pet as Obama is having trying to grow the economy. I hope the new economy doesn't send us all to debtors prison. I don't look good in stripes. Smile, yall, things will get better. They always do.

PIO

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KimberlyMarch 11, 2011 at 12:51 AM
So sorry he's not working out for you. I really did think it was the coolest gift idea ever. Should I try next year for the Obama blow up doll? LoL
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Miss PambMarch 11, 2011 at 1:19 AM
No thanks. And I don't want a Sara Palin chia pet either. Just in case you were thinking about it. I enjoyed it while it lasted. :)
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Saturday, February 26, 2011

Chia Obama

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