Serious

My latest bout of bloggy block is serious.

I've got nothing for you.

No amusing anecdotes.
No wardrobe malfunctions.
No good news about our house.
No complaints to lodge against the powers that be.

What's a girl to do?

I know.
We could play a game and you could try to guess which food that I ate is causing my current intestinal discomfort.
But that's kind of gross and I'm pretty sure the expired coffee creamer would be the obvious answer.

(Note to Laura: Remember that coffee creamer I brought to your house and left in your fridge? I wouldn't drink any more of that if I were you.)

So here I am, back to nothing to blog about. 
Bloggy world:
Is there anything about me that you don't already know?
If so, tell me what it is and I will have something new to blog about.

If not.
Well.

Goodbye.



I kid.
You can't get rid of me that easily.
I'm sure I will do something ridiculous soon and then I'll be back in business.

Or I could just visit Pat the Bunny. She's full of it.

And by it, I mean things to blog about of course.

I wasn't trying to say that my mother in law is just full of it.

Although...