Boxers 'n' Briefs: Remember Me?

Hey kids!

I know, I know... it's been a while! In fact, I haven't posted a regular "Boxers 'n' Briefs" since the beginning of August - 5 1/2 months ago! Since that last blog entry, there have been nearly 4,000 new members who have joined the AQ Community (3,842 to be exact). So... there are quite a few of you who have no idea what a "Boxers 'n' Briefs" is all about! You have been blissfully unaware of the horrific mental anguish I am capable of inflicting upon your erudite psyche, the dreadful damage of my dubious demented dabblings, the sheer stupidity I am capable of unflinchingly imposing upon your unsuspecting cerebrum . But no longer - you have now been infected! Bwahahahaaaa!!! errrr... but I digress...

Simply put, "Boxers 'n' Briefs" is a collection of links to various AQ Message Board posts. These posts are things that for one reason or another I found interesting/amusing/thought-provoking/ or easily-punnable. It is a very nearly random sampling of much that has occurred over the last 5 months, all cleverly disguised by bad jokes, puns, wordplay, and commentary. I hope you enjoy it (or at least survive it)!

1) Yeah, that's definitely MY kid...

2) Tattootorial.

3) Alconomics

4) Cleanink Solution

5) The (Mic)Keys to the Kingdom

6) Breaking in wind.

7) When you mix "trinket" with "jingle", you get "tinkle"!

8) Three hikes, you're out!

9) Gerrymeandering

10) Dwyle Flonking - it speaks for itself.

11) Giving a Junkie her fix.

12) This, too, shall pass.

13) Taking recycling for granite.

14) 'Skeeters never prosper.

15) Cell shocked

16) A HUGE Achievement!!!

17) Lilac Blossoms

18) Litterboxing

19) Extras! Extras! Read all about 'em!

20) Pickup schticks

21) Getting organized

22) Another wild Doncoction.

23) Adhesive jolly good fellow...

24) She never disappoints..

25) The kind of mannequin trust.

26) No soup for you!

27) Joining the Rotary Club

28) Collision, Collusion, and Confusion

29) They felon the ground

30) Something to chauffeur it.

31) Hosed Captioning

32) Hellucinating

33) Yet another use for ziplocks!

34) Whatever the market will Bear.

35) "Fun is where you find it."

36) Troll stroll goal patrol.

37) Rubber Soul

38) Why we're all here.

And that is probably WAY more than enough wassa-isms I have inflicted upon your tortured souls! So, until next time (whenever that may be)... Happy boxing!!

-wassamatta_u

P.S. If you have been linked or mentioned in this (or any other) B&B, you are eligible for the dubious distinction (emphasis on "stinct") of procuring your very own "Boxers 'n' Briefs Patch." Just AQ Mail me for instructions.

Boxers 'n' Briefs: I Lived, I Breathed

Hello, Intrepid Boxers!

This isn't going to be a "normal" BnB (like ANYTHING I do is "normal"). Normal is gone, out the door. Has no meaning any more. You see, I went to the most amazing "event" of my life. I went to "Live and Breathe".

To say that it was a great experience would be like saying ArchimedesScrew is an okay carver, or that SHH kinda likes Star Wars, or that Shiloh talks a little funny - it completely falls short of the mark. I know that all of you who didn't go are probably getting a little tired of hearing everyone go on about it, and for that I do apologize. But maybe if I just outline a bit of what the weekend was like for me, you can get a feel for what a unique and bizarre and uproarious and magical time we had. Note: Forgive me if I get a few details wrong - much of the weekend was a blur...

I arrived at Portland Airport (PDX) Thursday morning, and was soon met by my wonderful hostess, Maiden, as well as Poodle Dudes, Woohoo Crew, and a very funny woman wearing a shirt with the words "HI WASSA!" emblazoned on it - whom I immediately KNEW was Ki from Spiralseekers (Hi Ki!). After throwing my prodigious luggage into the back of the LetterVan, they immediately spirited me away to one of the local Letterboxing hotspots - Ikea. We quickly snagged a couple of boxes outside the store, checked the time (Shiloh was arriving at PDX shortly after me), and decided we had time to get the box INSIDE Ikea.

Ikea Mistake #1: although Maiden is a master of directions in the woods, her internal GPS gets a bit fuzzy inside Big Box stores.

Her "shortcuts" really only allowed us to roam in endless circles more efficiently. The good news was, we kept passing by these big bins of FREE LITTLE PENCILS, and I could grab another handful and stuff them into my cargo pockets with each pass.

Ikea Mistake #2: those little pencils are SHARP when you shove your hand in your pocket.

Once we eventually extricated ourselves from the clutches of Swedish Urban Design, we hopped in the LetterVan and headed back to PDX to pick up Shiloh. Shiloh was easy to spot, due to the combination of Mountain Man facial hair and blatant "Arkansas" T-shirt. Naturally, we passed right by the first time without noticing him. Apparently the "internal GPS" has trouble at airports, too.

Let me get this out of the way right now: Shiloh and I have been communicating online for a few years now, and when L&B was first announced, we immediately decided we would be "roomies". Although no doubt he regrets that decision, I gotta say that Shi is one of the nicest, funniest, most pleasant-to-be-around people I have ever met, and it was a blast hanging out with him for the weekend. Here's to you, buddy! (Yes, he bribed me to say that with a bottle of homemade mead.)

Back to Ikea, while waiting for Sits N Knits' plane to arrive. Shiloh headed out to get the boxes while the rest of us hung back doing exchanges, and in a harbinger of how the rest of the weekend would go, while we were in the parking lot, Lord and Lady Bug approached us (having noted the stamping frenzy) for even more stamp carnage.

Back in the LetterVan, back to PDX for SnK, more hugs and exchanges and luggage, and (although we CONTEMPLATED one more swing by Ikea) off to meet some other boxers for lunch! Lunch was at a WONDERFUL little English pub somewhere in some area somewhat near somewhere. (Apparently, now MY internal GPS was a bit off as well). We met, to my total surprise and incredible delight, with Lock Wench (my gosh... THE LW!! Excitement was in the air, or at least in the beer), as well as Kreepy Kelli, Dragonrider, the Wildcats, and other boxing luminaries. More exchanges, more laughter, and MORE BEER!

Pile back in the LetterVan, off to pick up Maiden's kids from school. But wait - who is there at the school? MORE BOXERS! We waved to the lovely and Happy Papaya as well as Dorks Anonymous of demxxmen as we barreled through campus on our way to... more letterboxes! Note: in a remarkable feat of skill and cunning (and spoonfeeding) I was actually able to be a First Finder on a Portland Letterbox! Woot!

After that... more letterboxes (in particular, a puzzle clue that I had solved months before but never thought I would get the opportunity to find - the spectacular "Hoot and Cheer" by demxxmen). Then meeting up with some more letterboxers, flurries of exchanges, and (eventually) some of that world-famous PNW Night Boxing.

Eventually, it occured to us that we had not eaten. Back into the LetterVan, and off to a pizza parlor and MORE BEER! The cast of zany characters at this point included me, Maiden, Shiloh, Papaya, Tonx of demxxmen, and Kreepy Kelli. Much hilarity ensued, most of which cannot be published on a family-friendly blog, but culminated in several "emergency" calls to Dorks Anonymous informing him of the preponderance of certain phone numbers being tattooed on certain body parts of certain people... it's really best not to ask too many questions...

To the LetterVan, and crashing at dear hostess Maiden's house.

It is here I would like to point out that L&B had not even STARTED yet! Hmmm, this could be a long post...

Friday morning - L&B Day!! Shiloh and I drag ourselves into the LetterVan, while Maiden, distressingly perky for it being o early, took us to a local Fred Myers (yet another mega store) for coffee and donuts. Here, she also made us run around the store looking for the most pungent, muskiest smelling liquid we could find for a special "odor-clue" night box. Nothing like "stealth" when you are shouting across half the store "Hey, Shiloh! Come sniff this, it's really stinky!"

Finally, after snagging a couple more boxes, we arrived at Camp Adams. We were there early, since Buppsters had conscripted Shiloh and I to be "Parking Monkeys". My job, such as it was, was to greet cars as they came up the dirt road, point to the big building right in front of people's faces telling them that was where they needed to go, and making sure they knew their License Plate numbers for registration purposes. I had a blast "working", since I got a great chance to meet all the wonderful boxers from all over the country before the real madness began! I tend to get a little excited under such circumstances, and spent a good deal of this time bouncing up and down as all the famous trailnames I had been dreaming about passed through!

I realize this post is getting to be pretty long, and we are JUST starting in on the actual Live and Breathe event... so, since the rest of the weekend was a bit of a blur, and to give you, the reader, a well-deserved reprieve, let's just stick to the highlights...

- I got to meet Der Mad Stamper and Raqs Enigma. There had been much speculation that if DMS and I ever got into the same room, the universe would implode. Fortunately, this did not actually occur.

- I got to meet (insert Incredibly Long List of Trailnames here), and they were WONDERFUL!

- Letterboxing. An INCREDIBLE amount of Letterboxing, at all times of the day and night. Miles and miles of gorgeous Oregon wilderness trails, wonderfully written clues, amazing stamps by boxers from across the nation, clever hiding spots... really, no words to describe it all.

- The Campfire. The skits, songs, bagpipes, and flutes were all tremendous fun. Much to everyone's chagrin, I got to perform a "sing-along" song, as well as a new song I wrote called "The Live and Breathe Song" (catchy title, huh?) Special thanks to Light-Girl (aka Lexi-bug). Also thanks to KuKu for the use of her Magical Guitar, which amazingly didn't hit too many bad notes.

- Some people will do almost anything for a PT. Like lick a banana slug, for instance. Just sayin'.

- When you are wearing a giant pair of boxer shorts, people are hesitant to shake your hand.

- When night boxing in said giant pair of boxer shorts, be careful where you stick your flashlight. Or your head.

- When you see kitten without mittens, do an exchange RIGHT THEN, because you may not get another chance :(

- Festivus is my new favoritest holiday.

- Capperpillars are cute

- It was absolutely unbelievable the amount of work, creativity, and love of the sport (and the people) that the Committee and volunteers and helpers put into this. I am agog with gratitude.

- It IS possible to laugh for four days straight.

- Lock & Locks can fly like frisbees, but they bounce like rubber balls... sorry about that, Maiden!! Samurai Stamper made me throw it!!

- deniserows makes INCREDIBLE logbooks.

- I spent an amazing amount of time doing exchanges and visiting old and new friends, and it wasn't NEARLY enough.

- Magic happens.

- Mark Pepe said it in his blog, and I couldn't agree more... "It's All About the People!!!"

Ok, really, I must sound like I am blathering on about now. I want to thank everyone who made my L&B experience so wonderful (which would be everyone there)... and thanks for indulging me in this non-traditional Boxers 'n' Briefs.

-wassamatta_u

Boxers 'n' Briefs: Golden Child

Hiya All!

This has NOTHING to do with Letterboxing. It has EVERYTHING to do with the fact this is my blog and I can be a proud Dad on it if I want!

My daughter Juli competes in a sport called "Acro-Gymnastics". Basically, this is like gymnastic floor routines, choreographed to music and done in pairs or trios. If you have ever been to a circus, it looks a lot like what the acrobats do there, with tumbling and throwing each other in the air and forming mind-boggling pyramids and intricately balanced columns with each other.

This last week, Juli's trio went to Des Moines, Iowa, for the Acro-Gymnastics National Competition, in the "Level 7, Women's Group age 14 and under" category.

Juli's trio won the gold medal. My daughter's trio is the NATIONAL CHAMPION.

National.

Champion.

Best in the NATION.

So, I brag. So sue me.

Ok, back to Letterboxing links.


1) Holy Maskimony

2) Death by chocolate

3) Putting the "vacate" in "vacation"

4) You're not the emboss of me!

5) Working in a Methane Athylum

6) I've got a bad feline about this...

7) Portrait of the oddest

8) Mercedes Bends (out of shape)

9) You hid the box under where?

10) Now THIS deserves a patch!

11) It made a huge methanol I got was a good transfer.

12) Delayed Late Show

13) What I Did On My Summer Vacation

14) Buffalo Sold Ya

15) Emergen-scene

16) A moment of silence, please

17) How to make a Wassa jealous.

18) Zip or dey do dat

Well, that's all I have for now! Remember, if you have been linked in this (or any previous) B'n'B, you are eligible for the dubious honor of procuring your very own Boxers 'n' Briefs patch - AQ mail me for details!

-wassamatta_u

Boxers 'n' Briefs: Three

Hey, 'Boxers! Remember me? Or has that glorious eraser "time" rubbed the foul memory of my jokes off the parchment of your soul? Well, tough... here I am again, ready to write the wrongs.

So, what's been going on since last I wrote? Well, to put it in perspective, at the time of the last BnB, Ryan was still on his hike. McBoxer was busy pushing people's buttons on the AQ boards, and had nearly a month before his "big project debut". LTCs were just starting to take off, but there were no official trackers for them. And "pink" was becoming a way of life.

A lot has happened since then, so much so that it is rather pointless to attempt to chronicle it all. Instead, I am going to tell one little Letterboxing story, then proceed into the usual morass of disjointed linkage... only this time it will be even MORE disjointed. Tens of thousands of posts have occurred, so my "selection" will be very nearly random.

A few months ago, while Ryan was somewhere in the wilds of Florida, I took my daughter on a trip to San Luis Obispo, CA, for one of her Acro-Gymnastics competitions. For those of you who don't know it, SLO is the home stomping-grounds for our very own Green Tortuga. Now, I had never gotten a GT box, so I was really excited about this trip.

As it turned out (and as I shouldn't be surprised), I had very little time to myself to "escape" from the rigours of a competition weekend. I got about an hour the first day to get some wonderful boxes at a park that happened to be right near the hotel, and I was able to snag my first Amanda box. But no GT boxes. Drats!

As the weekend wore on, I was eventually resigned to the prospect of not achieving the GT goal. But fortune smiled on me, or at least stopped pummeling me with a blunt instrument, on Sunday afternoon. There was a break in the competition, and I decided to head out and get some Subway sandwiches for lunch, instead of the methane-burgers they were serving at the meet (notice how that isn't spelled "meat"). I hopped in my car, and headed down the road. As I was driving around SLO, getting wonderfully lost, I suddenly spied an establishment whose name was strangely familiar: "Leon's Used Books". HEY!!! There was a GT box in that place!! I parked as soon as I could, and as I was getting out of the car, it dawned on me that I didn't have ANY of my Letterboxing stuff with me! No sig stamp, no inkpads, and not even any clues. NOOOOO!!!!

Well, by this time I was determined. I recalled this box was "special" in that it didn't have a logbook - it was simply a stamp-on-a-magnet - so the lack of sig-stamp was not an issue. The lack of an inkpad, and especially the lack of the clue, however, were a little more worrisome. I searched the dark recesses of my memory (to be honest, that's pretty much all I have is dark recesses), and dredged up what few things I remembered reading about this box. It was around the corner from some topic-or-other that was vaguely intriguing to me... it was near the bottom shelf, but not the VERY bottom shelf... and it was at either the far right or far left of the shelf. I figured "how hard could it be?"... until I stepped inside. The front of the store looked like it was nothing more than a hole in the wall, but stepping inside was like the scene in "The Wizard of Oz" where Dorothy first steps into Munchkinland... the place suddenly loomed larger (and deeper) than it seemed possible from the outside.

Mildly daunted, I wandered through the stacks and shelves, looking for anything that seemed "vaguely intriguing" and had a metal shelf. Finally, while being vaguely intrigued by Photography, and running my fingers nonchalantly under a shelf, I discovered "that which I seeked." Woohoo!!! I found a GT box!

Uhhhh... well, I had the stamp. But no logbook. And no ink. Now what? No way I was giving up at this point. I searched through my pockets, to see what I had... and found my checkbook. Heck, it's paper, right? I looked closely at the stamp and noticed... it seemed to have some residue ink on it from previous stampers. I snuck back into one of the side-rooms in the bookstore, made sure I was unnoticed, and HUFFED like a madman on the stamp (I knew I would only get one shot at this), then quickly stamped it onto the back of a blank check. Ha!! I GOT it! I now have a voided check with a faint but definite impression of Green Tortuga's Bookstore stamp displayed proudly in my logbook. Persistence pays!

Ok, enough of this drivel. Time for the links!

1) Cents and Sendability

2) Of Mice and Mentions

3) Ask Dr. Science!

4) Mail enhancement.

5) They Might Be Vagrants

6) Tidal Waive

7) Beggars can't be Chaucers

8) wifeamatta_u

9) The 200,000th AQ Board Post!

10) Kids say the most incroedipal things

11) Dialogging your finds

12) Play-doo

13) Hail and high water

14) Puppy Uppers

15) Not all who Wanda are lost

16) A touching story

17) Homecoming

18) Yakking it up

19) I have to agree

20) "She did not see this as helpful"

21) Material Girl

22) A losing streak

23) Beautiful.

24) Obligatory gratuitous self-indulgence

25) Ice cream social

26) The Paper Chase

27) One cicada, two cicada, three cicada, four...

28) Tweet Feet, with pictures

29) Chick Click

30) Missed Manners

31) Returning from wench she came...

32) Gesundheit.

33) A far cry from Charlton Heston

34) You can't make this stuff up...

35) I tought I taw a Putty Tak...

Well, that's probably MORE than enough for now!!

But one last thing. In case you were wondering about the title of this blog entry, "Three"...

-wassamatta_u

Boxers 'n' Briefs: Fetid, Don't Fail Me Now!

I had a long day at work the other day, what with the incessant meetings and only a few chances to make use of my hand puppets while the boss was speaking. So when I got home and walked in the door (and then after picking myself up off the porch and opening the door this time before walking through), I was greeted by a horrendous smell. I mean, this was a paint-peeling stench. This was an odor obviously fermented somewhere deep in the bowels of hell and unleashed upon an unsuspecting and nasally sensitive world.

My first thought was that the dog had gotten into some bad tuna and nobody had let her outside. But after careful olfactorization and a few near-swoons, I finally determined the source of the noisome reek. A package had been delivered.

Yes, folks, that's right... I have Ryan's shoes! And they are "pristine" in the sense that they are completely unaltered from the time he took them off. They have dirt and gunk caked on them that came straight from The Swamps of Florida. If I hadn't seen it for myself, I would have SWORN that a cardboard box couldn't melt! As Ryan said in his blog: "I don't know what he'll do with them, but I sure wish I could be a fly on the wall when he opens THAT package." Believe me, Ryan, when I opened that package, there were LOTS of flies present!

So now the question arises... what to do with them? I have some ideas, but I would like to open up for suggestions. I am leaning toward some sort of money-generating thing where the proceeds would go toward AQ or a Premium Membership Scholarship or something, much like the WONDERFUL auction DebBee is holding for other Ryan paraphernalia. So send or post your thoughts, and please hurry! The cats keep trying to bury the shoes in the sandbox...

1) Cockatiels for Two.

2) Sage advice.

3) At least, you HOPE it was ink...

4) Warren peace.

5) Phases of the moon(shwr)

6) I wanda what he'll say next?

7) Letterbox recovery.

8) Things that make a wassa laugh, #1.

9) Peas on Earth, Goodwill to Man

10) Pre-pairing to box.

11) Heheheheeee.... just having a little fun... heheheee...

12) Boston T Party

13) Sumping wicked this way comes.

14) Wire we buying blades?

15) Nommercialism

16) We just call it "Pre-Speak"

17) Things that make a wassa laugh, #2.

18) Cheese Tracing? Much safer than Cheese Racing!

19) I swear I had NOTHING to do with this!

Well, that's all for now! Be sure to let me know what I should do with Ryan's Shoes! PLEASE?

-wassamatta_u

Boxers 'n' Briefs: Electoral Collage

For those of you hiding under a rock (or more likely a SPOR), there has been much debate and politicking going on lately in regards to the "Letterboxing President." Now, as far as I can tell, this is not for a President of Letterboxing, but more for a US President who is a Letterboxer - a sort of 3rd Party Candidate, if you will. Or if you won't.

The nominees that I am aware of (and the list seems to fluctuate... no, I will NOT make a pun out of the word "fluctuate"... this is a family friendly blog) are:

MaineKokopellian
Solar Flair
Team New Hampshire
Cyclonic
Nobody
Mr Yuk

At least, those are the ones whose posts have most cluttered... er, I mean, permeated the AQ collective subconscious.

Of course, being the attention-seeking perennial second-banana that I am, I attempted to cash in on this flurry of famousness by offering to run as Solar Flair's VP. Alas, this savvy statesman decided that my entry into the foray on his behalf would produce a marked decline in the average intelligence and maturity of the combined candidacy, and so he decided to forgo my assistance. And so, as it stands now, the kid currently has no Vices.

But enough of this cam-pain. On with the links!

1) Eau de Toilette

2) B is for Boy.

3) A chip off the ol' PZKut.

4) Eine Kleine Nachtboxing

5) And you thought MY ramblings were incoherent...

6) A pigment of her imagination.

7) It's a long way itinerary, it's a long way to go...

8) Who doesn't love a bury-'em enigma?

9) X x X = C

10) Gotta stamp 'em all.

11) Tip tips.

12) Ice Follies

13) Mummy dear rest.

14) A Tisket, A Tasket, the kids just found a... Casket?

15) Goat to the head of the class.

16) Desperately Seeking Summaries

17) Hirsute looked good on her.

18) Urine trouble now!

19) You must remember this, Eclipse is just eclipse...

20) But who could RESIST a chick like that?

21) They need to Seattle their differences.

22) Now THAT'S a useful site!

And, as always, if you were mentioned or linked in this (or any) Boxers'n'Briefs, you are eligible for the truly hideous "B'b'B Patch", made famous by...errrr... well, I'm sure SOMEBODY must have worn one sometime! Just send me an AQ mail, pointing out which blog and post made you famous, and I will send you directions on how to procure this embroidered embarrassment.

-wassamatta_u

Boxers 'n' Briefs: Back In The Twaddle Again

It's been a while, hasn't it? Oooh, so much has happened I hardly know where to begin. But when last we punned, Christmas was upon us. Let's begin there, shall we?

We have a Christmas tradition in our house. On Christmas Eve, the kids get to open one present of their choosing. Normally, the kids (naturally) pick the biggest and least-likely-to-be-underwear present. But THIS year, they were in for a little surprise. I passed out to each of them an identical package, and set down the ground-rules: when I said "go", they were to unwrap their presents as quickly as possible, and the first one to "use" the present wins. They had no idea what I was talking about, or what "using" the present would entail, and were a little flummoxed by the fact that I had a package of my own, just like theirs. But I didn't give them a chance to question it, I just yelled "GO!"

Wrapping paper went flying, and in a few moments the kids were all staring down at their presents: unpackaged, pre-loaded Nerf Ball Guns. It took a few seconds for them to realize what they were supposed to do, but Juli (13) was the first to get the right idea, and turned and popped John (18) right between the eyes. After that, all heck broke loose, and we spent the next 45 minutes in an all-out guns blazing Nerf war extravaganza! And there is nothing like ganging up on Dad to bring the kids together as a team. Of all the wonderful presents and great times we had over Christmas, the Great Nerf War is the one they are all still talking about. Next year, though, I think I'm going to step it up a notch - paintball!

What does that story have to do with AQ, you may ask? Simple: I got the idea from a post by Florida Sunsets. It's amazing what great things come out of this community! Thanks, Florida!

As I am sure you all know, January 1st marked the start of Ryan's Florida escapades. In his absence, Ryan has graciously allowed me to watch over AQ. I started my stewardship quietly, subtly, and almost secretly, with the launching of "Wassa Quest"... though not everyone was behind me on it.

January also brought with it a very mini-meet that was big on laughs - I got to meet the infamous BigRed1. BR1 (aka "the guy who always says 'stay safe'") lowered his standards and raised his elbow with me, and I think San Jose may never be the same.

Also, I am pleased to announce that the Official Winners of the Glorious Boxers'n'Briefs Patches at this year's Mountain Mysteries Gathering were... Shoafsters & Somebunny! So there, you have been mentioned, and are now eligible to have them. How's THAT for putting the cart before the horse?

But enough ancient history... let's get down to what you REALLY came here for, shall we?

1) Vroom Service.

2) Expensive? I don't karat carves good!

3) Marry Christmas!

4) Fiskar? I hardly even know her!

5) Practice Quest

6) Ummmm... huh? Oh wait, it's pre... that explains it!

7) A little wet lie never hurt anyone...

8) It's time we had a series discussion.

9) That's what I'm torquing about.

10) Your pad or mine?

11) I gotta get me one of those.

12) When in doubt... make a list!

13) Leave it to lisascenic to find THIS one!

14) Nowhere to go but up!

15) Water these doing here?

16) It's all about being PREpared!

17) Everything You Always Wanted To Know About PZKut...* (but were afraid to ask)

18) Photographic mooseterpiece.

19) For those of you following along at home...

20) City City Game Game, we love you!

21) Doesn't the Cover Article your fancy?

22) Not stopping, just paws-ink.

23) Building instructions.

24) Ferrari action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

25) He philately refused to take an interest in rubber stamps.

26) What's worse than a bad Limerick? Two.

27) Adorable? Those kids are as skewed as can be!

28) Boys will be boys.

29) How Dewey find this one?

30) Flushed with excitement.

31) And suddenly I heard a loud Ringling in my ears...

32) I have enough trouble with the First one!

33) Sung to: My Favorite Things

34) The nice thing about "Standards" is there are so many to choose from!

35) Did I happen demention I saw him live?

36) The usual self-indulgence.

37) Isn't this guy supposed to be in the wilderness???

38) THIS is too cool...

39) Ooooh, intriguing!

And don't forget, registration is now OPEN for "We Live and Breathe Letterboxing"... sign up soon, it's going fast!!

And as usual, if you have been linked to or about in this B'n'B (or ANY B'n'B), just send me an AQ mail telling me which blog/post#, and I will send you instructions on how to obtain that most dubious of all honors, the "Boxers 'n' Briefs" patch!

-wassamatta_u