A Retort Contest!
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 announces a Thanksgiving-themed contest for the best retort to a Senator’s gobbling and gabbling.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is an old softy, but y’all knew that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger adds one to the list and crosses it off in the same hour.
In Which Your Humble Blogger digs in.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a few introductory remarks, which unexpectedly fail to introduce anything.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets all worked up, and then blows over.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still seven books behind, according to my list, which probably is missing one or two.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants you to buy, borrow or steal a book, although the latter is not actually recommended, what with, you know, illegal and wrong.
In Which Your Father’s Moustache is at once both (a) languid, and (2) aggressive.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can dredge up that Oh, be a fine girl, kiss me is a mnemonic for something, but what? Ah, well, kiss me anyway, we’ll think of it later.