I literally cannot bring myself to post what I had written for today. It is awful. I was going to post it for the sake of having something to post, but I just can't do it. Ugh. I just got shivers thinking about posting it. It's that bad.
I am having some serious writer's block these days! The problem with the post is not the topic (the fact that I'm addicted to pregnancy tests; I know, doesn't that sound like a good one?). The problem is that I am somehow managing to take solid gold subject matter and turn it into smelly old trash. I hate when I do that.
I think someone stole my funny yesterday. Or maye it was my perspective? Either way, whatever makes my posts somewhat enjoyable to read and write is missing. Maybe it got washed away when I spilled L's full bottle all over both him and myself this morning. (I love spilling $3.50 all over the floor to start my day. What's that you say, pants? Oh yeah, you're right. You definitely needed that bottle more than L did.)
So I hope you'll forgive me for this post about nothing. (Perhaps I should rename my blog Seinfeld? Or maybe I won't do that because that would permanently suck the funny out of this blog.) I'll try again with tomorrow's post, and hopefully will come up with something awesome.
(By the way, if it's something awesome you're looking to hear, the Wings won last night. Soundly. But way to go on a solid series, Phoenix. I've got mad respect for you.)