The Bitters End
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all whoops! and then all a-ha! and then all hee hee hee.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all whoops! and then all a-ha! and then all hee hee hee.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just repeats himself, but with a hyperlink, which saves all that tedious cutting and pasting.
In Which Your Humble Blogger agrees with Ben Bag Bag, if that’s his real name, which it isn’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gripey gripey gripes, like a gripey guy. You know.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is mostly just cranky because my team has scored twenty-nine runs in five games, given up thirty-four, and is 1-4. Not the start I had expected.
In Which Your Humble Blogger ponders the deep question, the one about toaster waffles.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is smack dab in the middle of life, just rocking and rolling.
In Which Your Humble Blogger meant to get this one posted yesterday before dusk, but better late than never.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives the note to Gentle Readers, which is certainly inappropriate, but I think it unlikely that the actor in question is a Gentle Reader at this time. If I am wrong, well, then, oops.
In Which Your Humble Blogger peers through a glass, dimly.