Dry Spell

I think my funny juice has run dry...

Kind of like the poetry phase I went through ten years ago. I produced some bomb diggity (as Emily would say) emo verse. You know, full of teenage angst, unrequited love, etc. Back when the worst thing that could happen to you was that a guy you had a crush on liked your best friend...Well, that would still be awful. Even if you were ninety.

And when all the drama ended, I had nothing to write about. Stupid happiness stifling my creativity...

Now, it's the weight of the adult world that has shattered my funny bone. And we all know what happens when shattered funny bones heal, right? They make you sardonic. And give you Cankles ( you know calves + ankles, and when you get so swollen in your legs, you lose your ankles...like your calves have succeeded in a hostile take-over and your ankles have been assimilated...? Whatever, you get the point.).

As I type this, I am sneaking Popsicles (I am getting ready to break out number 3...), just in case my kids catch me. I shouldn't have to sneak. Why do parents have to sneak?? Because we don't want to have to share! Don't tell me it isn't so!

Anyway...I'll come back later. Until then, enjoy this! Can YOU make it through the whole thing??