The more I seem to want to write about something, the more I can't seem to think about anything.
Sure, amusing things happen in the course of a day. Just this week I got to see the look on Loins of My Fruits face when she learned I wasn't quite the "little girl" she thought I was. It was priceless in it's own right.
But there just doesn't seem to be anything that memorable going on. Nothing so earth-stoppingly hilarious that I actually take the time out of my day to type it up.
New Goal: I will remember one glorious moment stupidity everyday. As well as post it for all of you (all three, or so, of you) to read.