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For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. Matthew 18:20

Does this count?

It doesn't matter how many people you send this to, just remember if it made you smile, your friends will smile too. Isn't this picture precious?

But earlier in the day before a little girl would pray (See picture above after reading)

Dick Cheney and George W. Bush were having breakfast at the White House. The attractive waitress asks Cheney what he would like, and he replies, "I'd like a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit."

"And what can I get for you, Mr. President?"

George W. replies with his trademark wink and slight grin, "How about a quickie this morning?"

"Why, Mr. President!" the waitress exclaims, "How rude! You're starting to act like Mr. Clinton, and you've only been in your second term of office for a year! ''

As the waitress storms away, Cheney leans over to Bush and whispers..."It's pronounced 'quiche'."

And now, the rest of the story:

Later in the day at the dinner table George W. turned to Cheney and asked if Quail was to his liking.

Cheney said, "I like Quayle. Republicans should stick together but having Quayle for dinner is a bit much don't you think."

Bush said, "Would you rather have a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit?"

Cheney said, "No, Quail would be good." "The bowl of oatmeal and some fruit was needed this morning when I needed a quickie."

Bush said, "Dick, you told me it was 'quiche' and why if you needed 'quiche' did you have a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit?"

Cheney said, "Let's just eat Quail with a bushy salad topped with vinegar and Iraq - I mean oil." He continued, "There's an idea. Let's name the salad dressing 'Halliburton Dressing'."

Bush thought for a moment.................... for a long moment............!

And so was the beginning of the Bush Presidency and the quest for the Bush's salad dressing, known also as 'The Special Halliburton Super Special Secret Service Sauce'.

And know we come to the end of the day.

The End! ---- And, as Edward R. Murrow would say, "so long, and good luck."

And,

For some reason, I hear this in my head when looking at him.

So, Donald Rumsfeld is briefing George Bush in the Oval Office.

"Oh and finally, sir, three Brazilian soldiers were killed in Iraq today."

Bush goes pale, his jaw hanging open in stunned disbelief. He buries his face in his hands, muttering "My God...My God".

"Mr. President," says Cheney, "we lose soldiers all the time, and it's terrible. But I've never seen you so upset. What's the matter?"

Bush looks up and says..."How many is a Brazilian'?"