So there I was at my grandmother's funeral and my mom had put out some photo albums for everyone to view. On the third page was a picture of me when I was seven. I was holding up something and showing my great aunt Esther. The caption read,"Brian shows Aunt Esther his moose turd." I looked at that caption and thought to myself, "I can't believe this is in here, I wonder what people are thinking..." Here's the explanation. When I was a kid growing up in Alaska, moose turds were a common occurrence. They were commonly referred to as moose nuggets. The Eskimos unbelievably used them as jewelry. They were little hard round things that looked like chocolate eggs. They would wrap them in gold and make earrings out of them. This one time my mother sent me to a week long cub scout camp. Apparently we were left to run amok, because I don't remember any adults there at all. I never bathed and was asked to do everything and if I didn't want to do it, I didn't have to. It was cool. However a child left to his own devices will surely do some weird stuff. Aside from the fact that I was completely covered in dirt, I liked to run around the forest. While all the other kids were picking up rocks and sticks I was picking up moose nuggets. I had quite a collection and even had one I stowed away on my suitcase. I put it in my lego jar. So there I was playing with legos and my mom says, "what is that?" And thus the story of how I had a moose nugget spread. That summer when we went on vacation I brought my legos and I had my moose nugget with them. I guess I was playing like it was a person in my lego houses I built. Mom was sure to point it out to all my relatives. My grandparents on both sides, my cousins, my aunts, everyone knew Brian has a moose turd. And now there I was at the funeral of my grandmother and there on page 3 was my moose turd. I suppose it ended up being a member of the family to introduce to people, even worthy of pictures. I should've named it. I think I'll call him cocoa. "Cocoa! Cocoa!"

Thought of the Day
Jerry: Hey, last night, I found a whole weeble village right behind the e-Z Bake oven.
Elaine: E-Z Bake oven?
[Ding] who wants cupcakes?
George: Ooh. Me, me, me, me.
Jerry: You know, that batter is like 30 years old.
Frank: you step on it, and it flushes.
Elaine: Why is your father giving a Tour of a rest stop?
George: Oh, don't look. This is the part where they change me.
Elaine: You're like 8 years old.
Estelle: Georgie!
--Seinfeld: The Merv Griffin Show