So this morning, on our way out of Portland, we had to leave Oliver behind. (Our coffee wasn't hot enough & he got blueberry muffins instead of cranberry. Unacceptable behavior - due consequences.) This is the situation in it's maudlin, sentimental moment.
But it soon turned to violence.
His new buddies: a heap of trash. Ah-HAH.
No fear, rest of the world. He will re-convine with us in Minneapolis, and all of you on the east coast will be fully Oliver-ed. This is a promise.