Looking good, feeling lousy
In Which Your Humble Blogger puts on his John Fluevogs and his fly green socks.
In Which Your Humble Blogger puts on his John Fluevogs and his fly green socks.
In Which Your Humble Blogger blatantly lies about the number of questions.
In Which Your Humble Blogger rambles a bit whilst preparing lunch for the Youngest Member.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could really use another cup of tea, as mentioned in article 2, section 2, that the blogger shall have power to fill up all vacancies as shall happen, from time to time, in his mug.
In Which, having started with a Thompson Twins reference in the title, YHB is torn between making a Thriller reference or a reference to The Police in the pull quote.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes out back and eats some worms.
In Which Your Humble Blogger invites you to grow middle-aged along with him, the best is.
In Which two is enough for Your Humble Blogger, but maybe more is better.
In Which YHB prepares Gentle Readers for a disappointment. I hope.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can freeze in bed, he can sneeze in bed, he can eat crackers and cheese in bed, but never can he sin in bed.