Sometimes I lay in bed at night and I swear I have these great ideas for blog topics, and I even think to myself, I should get up and write that down so I don’t forget. Well I never do…and do I remember? No.
Trying to think of anything new or interesting in my life. Not much comes to mind. I’ve been on a stupid diet again for about a month. I’m getting really sick of doing this to myself. Like if I would just get up off the couch once in a while and do something maybe I would be able to eat some damn bread. Or maybe some pasta. mmmm…a french fry.
Mike and I have this play thing we do to each other that is getting really old. When one of us asks a question…the other answers “your mom”, to limited comic effect, I know; It’s stupid. But Mike told me a funny thing did happen the other day at work to him. A coworker asked him “What smells funny in here?”. Mike, instincively responded, “Your mom.” Oh if I could have seen the faces that were made after that. At least it wasn’t his boss.
