Wireless at The Mom Unit's apartment is just a tad temperamental, hence we've been a little tardy with our reports from Bermtopia -- now known as Bermtopia-by-the Sea. But here goes -- a tale of sound and frozen fog, signifying a near riot at the Beaverton Bakery this morning.
The Number 1 and 2 Sons and The Miz have commenced an already fierce Monopoly game. . .
Number 1: "Body Odor Railroad. . . 200 bones."
Number 2: "When do people start paying me?"
Number 1: Just won 2nd prize in the beauty contest -- ten bucks, baby!
Number 2: Sings the theme from "Reading Rainbow" and announces, "I like the idea of everyone owing me something." My little art major cum web developer.
The Miz: Silently laying low, ready to bring The Numbers to their fiscal knees.
It's so foggy and stormy, we THINK the ocean is out there somewhere.
How we got here:
The Wonderfully Patient Spouse, Ben and I launched ourselves toward Portland about 10:45 a.m. Wednesday, Dec. 21 -- on one of the most spectacular December days I've ever seen in my little corner of The Palouse. Nevertheless, some things never change: When a road trip involves more than 100 miles, our car ends up looking like like Cousin Eddie and Jed Clampett were our trip planners.
Don't ask me why.
|Ben was mortified|
It was really quite spectacular.
|And just kept getting better.|
|Ben is a rawther|
|I dig my potty breaks, though.|
I was feeling pretty good about mankind. Until.
Until we stopped at Beaverton Bakery to pick up some fresh sour dough bread Friday. Now you would think this would be about the happiest place on earth, given the fact that chocolate and butter are involved in almost every aspect of business.
|And out of focus|