Every once in a little while I get it into my head that I'm going to give up on this whole blogging business. It's trite. It's silly. No one really gives much of a damn anyway, so why not just spare myself the bother of it all?
Some might call this 'feeling sorry for one's self'. Me, I prefer to call it 'insightful introspection', even if it is technically true that I only ever do it when I'm feeling sorry for myself.
I received a stern talking to from my mother via e-mail this morning regarding this issue. She told me to knock it the fuck off already, and write something funny. Like, NOW!
If she had been living my life in all this rain for the past month, she'd know what a Herculean task funny is for me at the moment.
Truth is, I got nothin'. But, tell ya'll what, Mister bribed me into going with him up to my sister-in-law's farm for the weekend. I'd share with you the terms of the bribe, but you wouldn't approve, so we'll skip it. Suffice it to say, the Lord of Chaos himself runs his sloppy syndicate out of my sister-in-law's kitchen cupboards. Simply (and lovingly--because I heart her and all, and I certainly wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea here) put, people tend to loose their collective shit when they go up there. Hilarity is sure to follow.
So, come Monday, I might, just might, have two or five funnyish acedotes to share. Or--at the very least--a picture or two.
I just needed a break is all.