Song in my head: Won’t you slink home, Dick Cheney, won’t you slink home I’ve groaned the whole week long I’ll do the huntin’, honey, I’ll shoot the guests I even wrote this song
Open Thread
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Hosted by a purple sofa. Have a seat and chat.
[*Note:* Liss is currently on hiatus for health reasons. There will be an
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apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
Clueless
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Walz on calling for Trump to release MRI results: "Here we got a guy on
Thanksgiving where we spent time with our families, ate, played Yahtzee.
This gu...
A Poem for Thanksgiving from Indigenous America
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"For Girls Who Run Through Storms like Buffalos, Knowing It’s the Quickest
Way Through"
By Tanaya Winder
We were never ones to avoid pain
even if we fou...
More often than not
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This should be the last post here on my own hand-coded pages, and I'll be
delighted to wave good-bye to Echo comments. So, it's off to Blogger, with
a slig...
Milestones of the plague year
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I would be remiss if I allowed another month to go by without mentioning
one of life's milestones here in Stately Dog Manor, specifically, the
college grad...
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