Having a Weeger in the house may be just what the doctor ordered. I had to cancel my once a month cleaning woman and the lawn care service due to hard times. I could use some help with those bathrooms and with mowing the yard. There are also the weeds in the vegetable garden. Perhaps I can enlist Weeger help in chasing away those pesky chipmunks who keep robbing me of my strawberries.
My side yard is Asian inspired, and even though I’m not a Muslim, I’m sure a Weeger would appreciate the tranquility of a dry garden, where birds chirp as the water flows from the pond, while the wind chimes tinkle with each passing breeze.
There are plenty of Muslims in the Detroit area, so I’m sure I can find them some friends.
So, hey, Mr. President! Consider this my application to adopt a Gitmo detainee.
I’m in the book. Call me.