So I was standing at my kitchen counter, squeezing honey from the little plastic bear straight into my mouth when I realized that I hadn't posted anything today.
And, though, I use this line often right before launching into a long, convoluted stream of semi-consciousness, I mean it tonight.
I have nothing to say. I'm all in.
Maybe it was the trip to Target and the grocery story. Spending money gives me hives lately. Maybe it was listening to Britney Spears' Circus not once, but twice while driving to town and back with Garbo. Whatever this day has been - it's taken a chunk out of me that no amount of honey or now the Reddi-Wip squirted right into my mouth can replace.
Wallow, moan, wallow, harrumph.
Maestro!
I'm giving up late nights, as inspired by the Bad Mom. So I'm off to snuggle in with Chief Inspector Barnaby and Sergeant Troy. And maybe MathMan, too.
P.S. I think I figured out the source of my ennuinnie. It was my day to work at home and I had a sick kid with me. That's not only a buzzkill of a different color, it also cuts down on my weekly lip-syncing fest (shit! I'd planned to work on I Will Survive! Dang it, dang it, dang it!). And that whole porn surfing break at 11:00 a.m.? Very inappropriate when The Spawn are at home.
' night, y'all.
