In Which Your Humble Blogger would like something to believe in, if only for the comfort of a slogan.
In Which Your Humble Blogger too-ra-loo-ra-laddie, a whack-fol-a-doo-fol-a-fiddle-dee-aye-dee-ay,
In Which Your Humble Blogger was going to link to the White House statement, but couldn't find one. Sigh.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets a couple of laughs, anyway, so that's all right, Best Beloved, d'y'see?
In Which Your Humble Blogger reminds y'all Gentle Readers that you gotta see the show cause then you'll know the vertigo is gonna grow cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver.
In Which Your Humble Blogger trods the boards. Squeak!
In Which Your Humble Blogger stumbles blindly on. Sorry, Brooke.
In Which Your Humble Blogger things it's a drag.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't actually write about the subject of the conversation, which frankly is only moderately interesting, even to YHB
In Which Your Humble Blogger could instead have written a much more sensible note about the 're' and 'er' spellings.
