Bernie meets my futon

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 Budgets

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.

Not a note per se

Bernie loves his wood pile and is currently working on chopping up a tree we had to remove. Unfortunately, I did not catch him on a day where he was wearing his other (blue} puffy paint sweatshirt care of 7 year old ELM.

Finger's overdue debut

The Republican Boyfriend, aka Finger, forgot his work clothes one day last week. Now: a constant reminder. I like the tape job. You never can be too careful.

Bernie and the lettuce spinner

Bernie did this after my mother went to bed. We do have a lettuce spinner. But this is Bernie's version.

Bernie Notes make it to Seattle

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.

All hail the University Store

An equation: A discount at the University Store = More Little Purses