Category: theeyater

In Which Your Humble Blogger smells a bit, but before intermission.

In Which Your Humble Blogger is probably a trifle overtired.

In Which Your Humble Blogger looks at the calendar and shrieks.

In Which Your Humble Blogger puts a bit of backspin on a line, with hope that won’t sink.

In Which Your Humble Blogger winds up sitting in his own lap.

In Which Your Humble Blogger just enjoys the moment, because we all knew it was going to happen, and the only way forward is through.

In Which Your Humble Blogger is in one-two, two-one and two-four, so it doesn’t make much difference, does it?

In Which Your Humble Blogger rambles on and on and on and

In Which Your Humble Blogger wears somebody else’s trousers.