Election Day for some of us
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes you will enjoy the day anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes you will enjoy the day anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger puts in his two cents, which are an ambivalent and contradictory pair of pennies, but that doesn’t keep a fellow from putting them in, does it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger still wonders what it’s like in that alternate universe, the one where Abe Ribicoff wins the 1952 election for Senate.
In Which Your Humble Blogger announces a Thanksgiving-themed contest for the best retort to a Senator’s gobbling and gabbling.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks at things from my side, the good side.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not the first to point out that the lunatics are running the asylum, or rather, the lunatics are running the attempt to run the asylum, but we took a vote, and the lunatics lost. VDOT!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is grouchy this morning.
In Which Your Humble Blogger got the sticker, and a couple of muffins at the bake sale, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger takes a liberty.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is weary, lord, I do get weary, wearing this same old shabby dress.