The First Rule of Limerick Club is...*

There once was a "Stormy the Donkey"

Whose braying was just a bit wonky.

She'd bray night and day,

Which scared the cat away,

<insert clever, rhyming last line here>

I can't come up with anything else that rhymes with "donkey," even after consulting a rhyme dictionary.  I'm open to suggestions, though.  Drop a line in the comments.

"Why a donkey?" you ask.  Ah.  I'll tell you.  (This blog is about ADS, too, y'know.)

I needed to come up with a way to promote stuff for my dear friend (and bridesmaid) and her hubbie.  They made a pretty nice donation to the wedding fund here, and I thought that there must be some way to give back to them.

(Yes.  The donkey.  I remember.  I'll get to it.)

My buddies got married in the spring, and they're having their official wedding celebration in June.  (Pretty cool stuff.)  They're nifty people who admit to living "relatively simple lives in these complicated times," and they deserve lots of kudos for doing and living the way they do.

(I swear, I'm getting to the donkey business.  No lie.)

My friends own a cat.  And there's a family donkey.  (See!)

In lieu of an "ad," I've posted some links to an organization in their community that they support, and which supports them in their life together.

Check out the raw milk at this farm!  Yeah!

Do check out the links to the right -- all of the folks who've supported us deserve it!  As always, we appreciate all the comments and questions here in the comments, and at helpmakecents@gmail.com.  Keep'em coming!

* The title of this post is in honor of the now defunct Limerick Club.  My sister should know about it -- but I can't say any more than that.  Because the first rule of Limerick Club is...