Wednesday, May 27, 2009

I got nothin...

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Is that a BUTT and a NUTCRACKER in the background? Why yes. Yes, it is.

Not to say nothing has happened to me over the past several days... I just don't really have anything blogworthy.

I mean, I could write about how I woke up Saturday morning, my dad's birthday, intending to make him a birthday cake and instead spending the time scrubbing ink from the inside of my dryer.

Or I could talk about how I clipped coupons and read grocery circulars and saved $130 off of our grocery bill this weekend. (Rock on!)

I could mention how The Man and I had a half hour sex talk with The Teenager which was uncomfortable on all sides.

Or maybe how The Man had a job interview yesterday that he thinks went really well and we're anxiously awaiting the results of.

But none of those things really seem to constitute a good blog post.

Meh. I got nothin...


3 comments:

mah-meeee said...[Reply to comment]

well, maybe you can share more on the experience on the sex talk with the teenager. i know i'll get there someday...

bet that butt is for ebay, eh?

errr... i got nothing on the nutcracker.. :D

Lucy said...[Reply to comment]

I soooo need to get my roots done too.

You are too good not to whine on your blog you must not read mine too often. I would love to know who left the ink pen in a pocket and were you nice and calm cleaning that dryer?
And the SEX TALK, oh, you were just teasing us, not nice (lol)

On another blog I visit she puts out all her groceries and gives us the low down on how she saves her dollars.

You just aren't giving yourself enough credit on how interesting your life can be to us other mothers.

You know we totally understand all the day in and day out stuff of what you are doing, we can sooo relate and all the tidbits and that you pass on are fun!!

Now, C'mon, we want to really, really hear about that SEX TALK (lol)

The Virtuous Girl said...[Reply to comment]

I sure as hell don't want to hear anything ... I mean absolutely nothing about the sex talk with the teenager. I don't even want to think about it.