Summer's waning, folks. It's waning. (Except for my southern hemisphere friends. Winter's almost over, yeehaw!!) We'd better squeeze some last minute parties in.
Here is the game for today. What bad or unpleasant thing in your life can you blame on alien abduction? I'll go first:
Every night when I'm heading up to bed at a good and restful time, I'm the victim of alien abduction. They make me watch the end of movies. They make me start new projects. They make me have tortuous, over-analyzing debates. When they release me, it's like one o'clock in the morning. Sometimes later. It's not my fault. Alien. Abduction.
How about you? What do those interstellar bastards do to you? (BTW, we all buy industrial-sized cartons of Preparation H, so you don't have to go there. We'll just assume it. ;) )