So, I feel like Buddy the Elf with this post.

In Elf, when James Caan says, "Okay, sing me a song" and Buddy has to make something up on the fly, and ends with "I love you, I love you, I looooove you!"

Kids, I love you, I love you, I loooove you!!!
But I got nothin' as far as posting goes.

I guess it's understandable since I've not left the house - except for Christmas - or watched the news in a week.

Ignorance very well may be bliss. No bad news, no douchebags at The Walmart, no traffic...no ranting. And no blog fodder.

Maybe this is a bad thing.

I'll live longer because of the reduced stress, but I won't be nearly as entertaining.

::weighs hands::

Longer life...or funny posts? Hmm.... Am actually weighing the options here.

One funny thing is that I've found a way to keep The Hubster occupied while I play on the laptop - aka The Electronic Tumor: Playstation 3. While he's killing terrorists playing Modern Warfare 2? I'm type, type, typing away without getting death glares from The Mister.

Heh-heh-heh. I should have though of this YEARS ago.

"I love you, I love you, I loooove you!"


Country Girl said…
"Ditto," she says, as she dashes in to check the computer for Saturday's basketball schedule which was supposed to be here this morning. It's been...interesting...but in a different way. Wait until I tell you about the four-year-old nephew who...GOT RUN OVER BY A GOLF CART. No reindeer in sight. Fractured pelvis, helicopter evacuation canceled...and there's MORE!!
Governor Jen said…
At least you're among the living again? What a crappy holiday... :-(