I feel like I’ve given up blogging for Lent.
I HAVEN’T. I promise.
Still, though – it’s like a ghost town around these parts.
What happened to those months in 2008 when I was posting every single day? I was an ever-flowing fountain of entertainment! Bra shopping? Check. Sprite sprayed you-know-where? You got it. Annie Queen of Doom? Duh.
These days, life is just sort of daily. Here, let me write a little poem about it:
Thinking, thinking, all day long,
Wish my thoughts could be a song.
But instead they’re dull and flat,
No one wants to sing to that.
Boring errands, vapid chores,
Sweeping up my hardwood floors,
Dining in and working out,
Health within and health without.
Honda running like a champ,
Got a new shade for my lamp,
Finally the couch arrived,
In my home I now can thrive!
Hair is growing, but the same
Please don’t say about my frame:
Running 30 mile weeks,
Hope my knees don’t start to creak.
Had to switch my bank account,
Wish I had more cash to count,
But each month have just enough,
Being frugal makes you tough.
Finally got some license plates
So I won’t get arrested.
It may be a ghost town, but at least it’s a happy little ghost town.