In Which Your Humble Blogger thought a thing, or thought a thing was what was being thought, but know thinks that thought was not thinking the thought, wait, I'll start again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't have any category-type reasons or not counting doubles tennis, though.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no answers, or even any questions.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually sat in front of one city pretty much directly, but that's probably not the reason for the loss.
In Which Your Humble Blogger supposes that there was only enough room on the shop's bar code label for 37 characters, not 38, but really, that e is silent, so why wouldn't you leave it off?
In Which Your Humble Blogger did get to playtest a boardgame recently and suggest new rules, which was awesome.
In Which Your Humble Blogger assures Gentle Readers that this is the American English usage, and appears to refer to trousers of dungaree denim.
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably doesn't violate anyone's copyright or anything.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could have gone into an extended rant about the rules book calling them 'riddles' when they are in fact not riddles but puzzles, but it's unclear how that rant would improve anyone's enjoyment, either of the game or the blog.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably have done less sneaking and more shooting.
