Bernie's never met something he can't put together. Case in point: my futon that has made it through at least eight different moves. Bernie labeled every piece. I still couldn't figure it out, but Finger did. 
Bernie put together a budget for ELM which she promptly left in the Herst on the fridge, which is a tragedy really, since I think it should be framed.
Bernie did this after my mother went to bed. We do have a lettuce spinner. But this is Bernie's version.
I don't know what's better: the fact that he had to notify my mom and ELM to his whereabouts, or that the owner of the bed and breakfast's name is Cecil.
