Those of you who stuck with me on Facebook (you poor souls) over the spring and summer of my mental discontent are quite familiar with my friend, Bones. As a way of easing back into the Blogging world while paying twisted homage to the Christmas season (sorry Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and Boxing Day folks), I thought I would inflict him on an innocent public who aren't in Mark Zuckerberg's clutches. Hey, if nothing else, The Twelve Days of Bones doesn't require much in the way of thought. So, there's that.
P.S. Since my then wife bought Bones at COSTCO several years ago (she expected I'd use him solely for Halloween. She was wrong. This may have had something to do with the fact we split up), I've added Bright Eyes, Weebones, and Shinbones. They make for quite a family.
P.P.S. I may be lonely. And possibly deranged.
P.S. Since my then wife bought Bones at COSTCO several years ago (she expected I'd use him solely for Halloween. She was wrong. This may have had something to do with the fact we split up), I've added Bright Eyes, Weebones, and Shinbones. They make for quite a family.
P.P.S. I may be lonely. And possibly deranged.
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Hello, stop in from Neko and that guy is sure got him self hung up.
ReplyDeleteIf you have time stop in for a cup of coffee
I can never trust him with electronics.
DeleteAl! So glad you are back. I have missed your humor, bones and all.
ReplyDeleteIt felt right. It's been a tough year, but it felt right.
DeleteHe's good and stuck. No bones about it.
ReplyDeleteHe's just a big know-it-all with an empty skull.
DeleteChristmas is dead?
ReplyDeleteAs long as the mall's open, probably not.
DeleteIs that what they mean by T-boned?
ReplyDeleteWell, he's boned, anyway.
DeleteI'd comment, but I can see he's tied up right now...
ReplyDelete