When Nomenclature Bands with Madness

Okay, I've been thinking about the craziest possible band name (a trio in this case) and I've come up with this:

                   We Muffin-Makers Three

Don't tell me if you saw a flier for a band of xylophone, harmonica, banjo-strumming guys wearing weird fluffy Renaissance-era, culinary-themed outfits named "We Muffin-Makers Three" you wouldn't absolutely right then and there crap your pants with unexpected glee/unbelief/glee again.  Sho' as Hootennanny Meets Hootengranny I know I would.  Shoooot...

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- Leif Erikson - - -

Here I am with my rommate Seth and his friend Kenny.  That's Boone-Dog too.  Boone-Dog is adorable.  We three, along with Kenny's "ho" (no just kidding) Becka went camping at Devil's Den a couple of weeks ago.  It was fun -- we got drunk and ran up the hill on a night hike.  Then we slept out in the open air and the oh-my-gawd cold.  I'll never do that again but I'll say it was invigorating for sure. 

Something interesting happened tonight.  For days I have been looking for my lost salt shaker.  I told all my roommates about it, beseeching them to be on the "look-out" for this lost loved one.  Getting up from our dining table (which resembles a park bench) after dinner, I glanced at our message board to see the message "Evin, look at the table."  I look back at the table and lo and behold what do I see right next to the plate off which I was eating but my prodigal salt shaker! It had been right next to me the whole time, and I'm pretty sure I saw it, but it did not seem out of the ordinary to me -- I had forgotten it was lost.  What an odd sensation -- finding something you had once thought lost but had forgotten it was lost.  Then, when you have it, you think nothing of it until you are reminded.  And then you are happy and grateful.

Something deep is here, I know it. 

I hope it.

My friend, Evan, took this picture of me and the Slavic jester to my right and aptly labeled it "America V. Russia".  People, I'm just gonna be honest with you here -- With my Carhart jacket and penetrating look, I think we got those bread-liners everytime.

That "Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" is one sweet tune, isn't it, T?