Seriously. I even stooped so low as to write about our visit to the walk-in clinic. And really?? Who wants to hear about that. It's boring. Ask me, I know. I was there. For hours!
I could tell you all about taking Man-Child shopping on Sunday. The boy hates to spend money. And you know what? I almost hate for him to as well. Because I ended up buying the majority of his stuff!. It must be the age, because he's really getting into clothes and labels. But, he is sooo frugal, that I could swear I saw moths flying out of his wallet when he opened it. I taught him to look for the clearance and sale sections. Yay me. I did my job.
I've been trolling around checking out everyone's blogs. Y'all all have something to say. And not one thing sparked anything. There was nothing I could even steal! Not that I'd steal from you. But, you know, nothing sparked one idea. Nothing.
So why am I sitting here writing if I have nothing to say? I'm writing in hopes that as I type something great will pop up. That I will have that "aha" moment. Three paragraphs in; and still....nothing.
I'm so boring. Great, what if you guys begin to find me boring too? What if I never have anything else to say? This is not good for my self-esteem. I'm getting depressed.
Do you think I could blame it on PMS? I mean, everything else is blamed on it. Why not blog-block too? So that's what I'm going to do. I have PMS-induced blog-block.
So tell me, what sparks you when you are in a PMS-induced blog block?