I wish I had something to say. I really want to blog.
I considered writing something political, but that takes more courage and oomph than I have right now.
I've thought about writing down some random thoughts, but I don't really have any.
I thought about writing about mishaps I've been involved in, but I don't want to.
I don't want to write about sex, marriage, toes, wrinkles, the dog, my kids, or me.
I do want to say that so far today while I've been at work, I have spilled down the front of my shirt three times. Some people wear their feelings on their faces. I wear mine on my shirt.
6 comments:
Blog post gold. Seriously. The build up to the last paragraph pay off was priceless.
LOL! I completely agree with Jess. Hilarious.
Sometimes the posts about nothing are better than those we feel like really say something.
Seinfeld had it right, I guess.
Love that last paragraph too. I've been spilling a lot on my protruding belly these days... I wonder if I've always been a klutz or if it just hit the floor before and I blamed the kids?
It's always good to have someone else to blame for messes. Personally, I like to blame my son, my husband, my dog, my daughter and anyone else close at hand.
Are we related? I have a certain shirt that I ALWAYS have to spill something on. It's the law.
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