Close Call

Things have been tense here at the Sneed blog compound.

Early yesterday, blog intern Stuie Knox, was idling out in front, bothering the neighbors, when a large shadow cast itself over the entire south end of the cul-de-sac. Stuie glanced up and saw a large disk-like object overhead.

Stuie raced into the living room to tell me to come out into the yard, but by then the little green men, with the really big heads had followed him through the open door and had us surrounded. I've told the kid a zillion times to close the darn door, but he doesn't listen.

We were taken back to the disk, where we were poked and prodded for a long time. I woke up a few minutes ago, in my own bed. The aliens must have put me there when they were done with their unspeakable experimentation.

I did not appreciate them putting Stuie into the bed too though. He has horrific breath because of his insatiable taste for liverwurst sandwiches. Plus he drools. Stuie usually sleeps on his cot in the back room.

Anyway, this whole ordeal has prevented me from posting for a bit. I apologize, but how can you plan for an alien invasion? You can't, that's how.

It is either that or my friends at Cox Communications screwed up the internet and just now fixed it. One or the other.

Normal blogging should resume shortly.


Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


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