It's days like this that I ask myself why I ever thought I could do the whole blog thing. It's my second attempt at one, and while I'll admit that this one has already gone further than the last one, I really don't know if I have what it takes to do this!
My problem isn't the fact that I don't have anything to write about. In fact, it's just the opposite. I have too many ideas in my head, and when I sit down to actually get them out, they get all jumbled together.
I could tell you about how the tattooed, weird person started selling Scentsy, or as my (alleged) best friend put it...."so, you're like the Avon lady now?" (insert snorting and laughter).
Or how about how I feel totally vindicated to finally see pictures of Kat Von D (who, mind you, I'm tired of being compared to!) looking less than skinny, and less than perfect?
I could always talk about the last idiot that got his wife's name on him, only to have a very unexpected ending when the tattoo was being cleaned up & bandaged.
Then there's the fact that my life is like my blog: I get started on one IMPORTANT thing, only to be distracted by something else, which is interrupted by yet something else, and so on, and so on.
And, just now, thanks to Youngest, I have an idea that is in my head. It's fresh. It's funny. And I'm posting this rambling mess so I can go get started on something a bit more meaningful!
Don't worry, I will revisit these subjects in future blogs. In fact, I may have just helped myself out by just sitting here and typing some of this out!