Blocked

My brain is stumped.  Even more than usual.

I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to write!  And worse…I kind of don’t care.  I was busy last week, and a few times I thought, “I should blog.”  But then my mind would wander happily somewhere else, like to the file cabinet in my brain where I keep x-rated copies of Dave’s forearms, and then I never sat down to make myself think. 

And then I worried that Tara’s mother would die without ever reading another blogpost I’d written, and I felt guilty.  But apparently not guilty enough.  I hope you’re still out there, ichi-ban critic!

You see, even though when I went private 5 months ago I warned you that my blog was going to be less entertaining and more about my children, I still agonize (yes, agonize!) when I write too many posts in a row about my family, and I really do try to break up the swimming/lost tooth/cutesy Wolfe stuff with non-family stuff, but now it appears that I may have hit the end of the road with non-family stuff, so I think I’ve sorta kinda mentally put the blog on the back burner.  Blah.

I’ll try to work on it.

Now excuse me while I go check out that file again.