Laird MacDoofus Arrives!

After a day of resting up following Eric's AWESOME Stag Night for me, me and the lads headed on up to Scotland, accompanied by Joey's kid brother Tanner. Apparently, when Tanner heard the wedding was going to be near some place called Lossiemouth, he decided it was just a typo and probably the home of his childhood crush....Lassie.

With a little luck, the two of them would meet and perhaps even name a town in Scotland "Tonnermouth" in his honor. (You see, in Tanner's mind, Scottish is a separate language from English, and "a's" in words can become "o's." You'll see how this logic progresses in our tale...)

So Tanner borrowed the keys to Eric's Zoomer and off he went in search of Lossiemouth, or Lassiemouth as he liked to call it. He hadn't gone far when a town sign caught his eye...

"Duffus? DUFFUS! Why, this must be the Scottish word for Doofus! Joey always tells me I'm a Doofus — perhaps this is where all my ancestors come from!"

"After all, we do have the official tee-shirts declaring that I am a Doofus...."

"....maybe I really AM Tannerheart after all!"

So imagine his joy and amazement when he discovered Duffus Castle...

Thank Dog, Joey showed up.

"Tanner, it's DUFFUS Castle, not DOOFUS Castle!" he shouted, "Though since it's made out of rocks, maybe you are from here..."

"Now get back in the car before you miss the wedding!"

"Och aye!" said wee Tanner, "I'm Laird of the Doofuses!"

And to that, we all agree.