Draguation
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have cried a bit. What? Nothing wrong with that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have cried a bit. What? Nothing wrong with that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could probably have concocted some sort of metaphor. Rising to heaven with a string attached, something along those lines. Maybe next time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is also reminded of the Monty Python skit about the milkmen, of course.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not bring up the matter of actual House Rules, which could include increasing the Go money to $500 when the last property is sold, but that hasn’t been playtested yet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger muses over ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a little list, and will probably not be missed.
In Which YHB actually thinks, based on slightly more than TSOR, that it is not the conn but the deck that the L.D. is making sure we know Linda has, but that’s neither here nor there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger laid down his shovel and he cried, Lord Lord, oh he laid down his shovel and he cried.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is happy to be alive, considering the alternatives, which is perhaps the point.
In Which Your Humble Blogger clears up any little misconceptions you might have had.