War stories

The 7 Types of Failed Relationship Understood Via U.S. Wars

I can put names to a few of these. In some cases, I can put the same name to multiple wars. What can I say? I'm a slow learner.

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A/T to SondraK.

Genius

Caffeinated snack food for kids. What could possibly go wrong?

Get that thing off my roof, fat boy!

Here at the Greatest Newspaper in the Northwest™, the Christmas season (yes, I know it should be Advent) begins in mid-November with the usual mountain of gift-sale advertising.

I say "begins," but actually what it does is plow into us like necrotizing fasciitis on meth, leaving nothing but douglas-fir-scented, tinsel-bedecked wreckage in its path. I used to like the holiday season when I was young. At least, I'm pretty sure I must have. Now I just go around humming this:



Incidentally, does anybody still read this blog and want another round of Cheesy Christmas Movies? I have some ready to put up if anybody cares. Maybe it'll take some of the sting out of the season.

The best part? Somebody probably fell for it.

This totally looks like something Momma Fargo would do:

A tip of the Akubra to Miss Cellania.

The End

A mite overdramatic, but just about how I feel today:

Andrea stood at the side of the bed. The beep, beep of the heart monitor pulsed quietly in the background. It was nearly time. The nurse sat back quietly, giving Andrea space and privacy so she could she could give her uncle her undivided attention. The attending physician ducked into the room to check on his patient. Andrea looked over to him, hoping above all hope the doctor had better news. He didn’t. He shook his head, sadly.

“He went terminal in November of 2012,” he said. “There’s really nothing more we can do.”

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