Board, Board, Board
In Which Your Humble Blogger gathers everyone around the kitchen table, which is in the dining room, because the kitchen isn’t big enough to play games in.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gathers everyone around the kitchen table, which is in the dining room, because the kitchen isn’t big enough to play games in.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t quite bring himself to put it into the Scripture category.
In Which Your Humble Blogger feels it personally, for some reason. Pardon me while I wipe away this tear.
In Which Your Humble Blogger raves.
In Which Patriotism swells in the heart of the American Bear.
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t quite nostalgiac, because I never played with them, but still.
In Which Your Humble Blogger generally eats toast and butter, or sometimes a bowl of the grupp kind of cold cereal. And tea, of course. Tea, tea, tea.
In Which it is summer, so Your Humble Blogger watches reruns.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a really big book in the library and opens it up, with predictable results.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finally gives up and writes a thing that he has been thinking, despite the thing not being, you know, true or anything.