I like this list format; it’s so much easier than a topic sentence.
19. My brother, Bruce, is nicknamed Fluffy SpudNuts. He used to be called by the children Uncle Buck, but while we were up at the Lithium Manor Inn for my mother’s memorial weekend (why have just a service when you can do a weekend?) the siblings started playing a game where you found your porn star name by combining the name of your first pet with you first street. Bruce was a perfectly respectable Fluffy Longfellow before he started fondly reminiscing about a corner doughnut shop called Spud Nuts. You have no idea how fitting this nickname is…
21. The dining room wall in the Lithium Manor Inn is papered with the original 1800’s (hold your breath, Jim) elephant skin which has been artfully hand stenciled in arts and crafts motif. I can’t stop starring at it and I can’t eat in that room. (Actually, it’s the Laurium Manor Inn, where the rooms are spectacular, the service and breakfast likewise and the surrounding dead copper mines the tourist trap of all tourist traps. I do not recommend this remote B&B tongue in cheek, but rather with a hardy endorsement: You just haven’t fully lived until you’ve spent a night or two- at very affordable rates- in the Keweenaw Peninsula’s Laurium Manor Inn. We only refer to it as the Lithiium Manor Inn because that is where we convene for hysterical family events).
23 Michelle made me laugh SO hard yesterday with this happy link: Llama, Llama, Duck. I love Llamas, almost as much as I love Meercats and Dung Beetles , brought to me by Hoss, which meant that these videos capped off the longest day of the year as the best one yet,
24. It helped that we have the very best news of all: Rich’s brother, BILL, IS HOME SAFE AND SOUND FROM IRAQ! A thousand times "thank you, dear Lord" and "hip,hip, HOORAY!" Welcome home, big brother. You are our hero and we thank you.
25. Last, but certainly not least, I have decided to host the biggest, baddest, best online POTLATCH. It begins Monday so have your e-mails ready to go, with your snail mail addys complete and clear. This is gonna be fun. Between now and then, a little history of the Potlatch in North America (A Minor in Anthropology here, lo those may years ago).