The Colonel Swears Off Swearing

Another Christmas Bites the Dust

Just a quick photo recap of the winter's gaming so far



Bless us O Mummy!



Ships of the Desert



Sceptre Bearer



Double Agent?



Espionage or Pointless Traipsing About?



Like the Fedoras



Reminds Me a bit of the Mummy Above



Carcassonne



Don't Play This



Mom Always Wins



Never Watched It



Can You Fly a Hot Air Balloon to the Moon?



I Don't Think So



The Colonel Meditates

Guh!

No game night tonight.
Snow. Too much snow.
Ridiculous amounts of snow.
Blast those Archons and their damnable weather machines!
All I ask is a tiny plastic ship and a pair of dice to steer her by.

Bad poetry always ends in a preposition.