We didn't do our usual grocery shopping on Sunday, and now, we have nothing for dinner. I hope Vor is the mood for eggs... or maybe a BLT (no bread for me. sigh. there were cupcakes last night, and I could SMELL the M&M's, and the cookies, and the OH MY GOD snickers salad with coolwhip and strawberries I just wanted to burry my face in all of it, but instead I held and bounced Baby H for a loooooong time).
I saw the Tim Tebow add. It was... lame? I really hate corny commercials with faked cuteness at the end. Not that they don't have a really, honest, and loving relationship in real life, but stuff like that doesn't come across in a 30 second commercial. It comes across as awkward.
I've made a conscious decision to not be political here, so that's that.
I don't know what to say here anymore. I started this all as a way to keep the writing creativity going, but I feel like that part of my life is either behind me, or something I still have to do with a blue pen and graph paper (seriously, how I did my best work). I have no topics for you, and I have nothing funny. My life is work, and I can't talk about that here. The creative writings I do, I'm pretty reluctant to post here, because then someone might take them and claim them as their own. My life is my time with Vor, and I like keeping him to myself, and not sharing him all that much with you. You can have the dog.
So, this is a really lame reach out, for the total of about twenty people I KNOW read this blog, even if you lurk (I really pulled that number number out of my pocket), please, tell me something. Do you have a good topic? A good idea for writing dry spells? Anything you wish you see me write on (I know, I'm that important)?
Excuse me. I have to go push the dog into a snowbank. He loves it.