I'm sitting here in my quiet living room (everyone else has gone to bed).
In the mood to write, and totally wracking my brain for something.
What do I have? Nothing. Nadda. Zilch. I'm in brain dead writers block - still.
Although I am looking at Tessa perching herself in front of Houdini's (the escaping hamster) cage. He's sitting on his "loft" eating some cabbage and she is about nose to nose with him. Is she thinking "eat up you little jack wagon. get good and fat before I make you my midnight snack". I'm watching and giggling to myself but can't seem to get that in writing and make it funny.
And then my ADD brain switches to - Who in the hell designed bathroom faucets?
The bowl on the bathroom sink is HUGE.. So why are all bathroom faucets so small?
When you wash your hands in the bathroom, the faucet sits so far back you are actually touching the back of the sink bowl when you're rinsing.
I don't know about the rest of you, but in my house that particular area does not get bleached every day. So with the toothpaste spit, hair spray residue, razor leftovers, and over all general bathroom grunge, that can't be the cleanest place to clean your hands. I'm seriously thinking about putting a kitchen faucet on my bathroom sink.
Another ADD switch.
Who thinks up these plots for CSI New York? I'm a big Gary Sinise fan. I mean a REALLY big Gary Sinise fan. But some lady just electrocuted in a tub shaped like a martini glass and one of the CSI's says "looks like someone ordered death straight up".. That has to be the cheesiest line ever.
The worst part is.. I wanna know who did it.
And then I switch to - I wonder if Scott has been in bed long enough to have stopped tossing and turning. I wait at least an hour after he goes to bed. Otherwise we spend an hour just bumping into each other while we're trying to get comfortable.
He says I growl during this process. I deny. I say he crosses the center line. He denies.
So ya see readers. I'm blocked.
Busy weekend though. Maybe a Ghost Rally Friday, hoping to start cleaning the basement Saturday, Haley Reed's Birthday party Saturday, and if it's not raining, Corn maze on Sunday. There has to be something to write about in all of that.
Mom is going to the corn maze with us. That should prove bloggable.
Oh oh oh. I've met the most amazing woman on line. Her name is Nuccia and she is researching an unknown limb of my family tree.. Anything having to do with my family tree, has to have some humor hidden in it.
She is gathering a few more things for me. Once I get it and check it out, you can bet I'll be blogging about her findings..
I'm off to bed readers. On my way to see if Mr. I can't get comfortable has found his niche, I'm going to stop and see if the coughing I hear coming from the Queens bedroom is an actual illness, or her trying to get out of P.E. tomorrow.
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