In Which Your Humble Blogger discovers that somebody else has already written “Don’t Let’s Be Beastly to the Bankers”, so there is no need for YHB to do it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger pays way too much attention.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes a lot of different stuff, and dislikes a lot of different stuff, and can’t always tell the difference between them.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not include that clip of Mitt Romney pretending that one of the little old ladies goosed him.
In Which Your Humble Blogger heard, yes he heard, no it wasn’t told to him, he only heard.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks in general terms, before writing up the post on the new mix for the new show.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is satisfied.
In Which Your Humble Blogger requires the translation skills of Barbara Billingsley.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that everybody else who might possibly care may have thought this was totally obvious thirty years ago.
In Which Your Humble Blogger cannot make a dress out of a feed bag and cannot make a man out of you, but then neither is he a bad mother—