by Laura Grimes
JoJo and I say hello from London. Let’s surprise Mr. Scatter by filling him in this way about our travels, shall we?
Editor’s note before I begin: I have The Wimpy Camera and when it comes to camera equipment, even the wimpy kind, I am technically disabled. So my deep apologies in advance. (Some of these photos were taken with The Wimpier Camera, my Blackberry.)
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When I picked up this postcard from SCRAP in Portland a few weeks back, my friend, Holly, said, “If you send me that from London, I’ll know where it came from.” Well, guess what?
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The Pantsless Brother (TPB) has been waylaid by an ash cloud. Regular Scatterers will remember his predicament with gas in his pants so being waylaid by an ash cloud should be considered par for the course for him. In the meantime, I’ll scatter while I wait late at night and try not to drink all the beer before he gets here.
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Before JoJo and I left Portland, his buddies in the hood wished him well:

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After having endless trouble checking in online a day before departure I’m happy to report that once I was at the airport I was checked in, through security and had ordered coffee even before Mr. Scatter was back home. Considering we live only a hop, skip and barely 20 minutes from the airport … slick!


I put my bag on the floor and moved a portable potty out of the way to give her a sideways hug.
I am more than a little envious that he got this assignment. I’m the one who’s had my eye on this show for months. I’m the one who
“Excuse me?” I said. “You got to meet him?”
I’ve been keeping someone to myself much too long. I’ve collected reams of notes and have a stack of material. Now I feel somewhat prodded, thanks to Rose City Reader, who posted 
This is also why she put the game on pause for a teachable moment when her sweet innocent pre-teen said, “The last turn, if I had a P, I could have had ‘specimen.'”
I have a dirty little secret. It’s so dirty I don’t even add commas between adjectives.