I am totally jealous of bloggers who find something to write about everyday. Especially those who can write about NOTHING AT ALL and still manage to turn it into not just a coherent post, but an entertaining one. The sad truth is I only feel stimulated to write if something's going on in my life.
Sometimes NOTHING'S HAPPENING and I suppose I should feel grateful 'cause, despite what The Husband thinks, I don't care for the drama, but it sure makes for some ZZZzzzzzz.... Other times, there'll be so much going on that my fingers are positively screaming with the need to write it all down and those are the times I find I'm sworn to secrecy.
I should have kept this blog a secret. Then I'd never have to worry about other people's feelings.
And don't think the thought to write whatever I want and apologize later hasn't crossed my mind. It has. But I have to live with my husband. The one who's causing all the drama that I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT. So, as this blog goes down hill for lack of content, blame him.
If something doesn't give soon, you're going to find yourself reading about my lingering cough and my obsession with Peeps.
If you've ever had a burning question that you were dying for me to answer, now's the time to ask.
Or you could just make something up. Nobody will ever have to know the truth.
Or you could just tell me I suck and never come back. But if you could do it in such a way that gets those creative juices flowing, I'd really appreciate it.