Writer’s block has me.
Yup, its got me good since I can’t even come up with a witty follow up quip to that sentence. Damn. I’m sure it would’ve been good, too.
This is where I need your help: what on earth do you want me to write about? Really, door’s open. Ask away. I promise to answer all questions honestly. And hopefully (with fingers crossed, eyes squeezed shut) in an amusing manner.
And listen, I know we have some new readers out there—yes, ones I actually don’t know in real life—so this is no time to be shy. Momma needs some new blog topics. And a few extra hours of sleep. And another foot rub. Or rubs.
See what happens when I try this on my own? I'll quit while I'm ahead (well, at least not behind) and you let those fingers do they typin'.
Deal?
Deal.
