Sweetness for coming-in me.

Today’s post is a woem I wrote a week or so ago. A woem is a poem of woe! And grumbles. This is something we invented at McGrumblebug’s Whine Bar (a forum board disguised as a pub) in my Kitchen Table program. See: My weekend got eaten by bears! And, as it...

My weekend got eaten by bears!

My weekend got eaten by bears! Not really, but it did get eaten and I agreed to it and now I am sick. Surprise! But mainly I can’t decide if it’s worse that I didn’t get a weekend or a vacation that I had been so dearly looking forward to… or...
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