My niece sent me a friend in the mail. His name is Flat Stanley. He's short, light, and handsome and smells like Crayola. When I pulled him out of the envelope, I was smitten. But Flat Stanley was taken. Camryn, at some point in his creation, had held him down and tattooed her name across his back so he (and I) wouldn't forget just exactly who he belonged to.
And it did look a little like a crime scene.At any rate, Flat Stanley knows how to party.
He partied in some blackberry brambles at Nye Beach...
He partied with a herd of wild elk chillin' on the side of the road...He partied with the Nestucca River Outfitters...And he partied at the Tillamook Cheese Factory...Where he met a cow...Celebrated the cheese factory's 100th anniversary...Ate a grilled cheese sandwich called 'The Tillamooker'...And a giant ice cream cone...He made friends with our friends, C.J. and Jackie, who were beginning to look a little lactose intolerant...And he took a great picture of Brian and me...Thanks Camryn, for sending your Flat Stanley up to visit us. He was a real ham. He got a little homesick towards the end there though, so he is on his way back to you with these pictures and one or two more in his nap sack.
And to you, Flat Stanley, I know you're the one that stole the towels.
I'm on to you, Mister.