Sometimes all the nefarious aspects of the Universe conspire to throw you a 300mph curve ball, just to see what you’re made out of.
The answer is: Jell-o. I’m made of Jell-o right now.
Or, more aptly, some crappy generic store-brand gelatin–the kind that sits in the back of the dessert display in the school cafeteria lunch line under a dollop of chalky artificial dessert topping, feeling helpless and unloved and unable to change its destiny.
And so while I wallow in it, please forgive me for not making the blog rounds as of late. I’m worried that at best, I have nothing of value to add to any conversations. At worst, I am in just that kind of mood in which I could write something bitchy and rude and totally inappropriate. Like geez Liz, MamaOfFive just posted that her husband didn’t do the dishes one time. You didn’t have to call him a whoring, cheating rat bastard!
So I’m abstaining for now.
If I may ask (in exchange for the absolutely nothing that I’m giving you in return), if you can point me towards anything funny, I would very much appreciate it. A bad joke, a great You Tube video…anything that made you smile this week. Otherwise, I’m back to playing solitaire on Yahoo games.