Tabula Rasa

So I've been suffering from a blogger's version of writer's block. Last week a friend told me that she and her mom have been reading my blog and that they both think I'm really funny. She went on and on about funny things I've written and how I need to write a book. (????)

I've never received compliments on anything that I've written before (Well, not true. Mr. Linville, my freshman English teacher, really liked my work. But that was many years ago, my friend, and even then he was a bit..... eccentric.) I left the conversation with my friend feeling very happy that someone other than me enjoys reading this blog..... until I sat down to post again.......

Nothing.

My fingers hovered over my keyboard; poised and ready for action. I had nothing to write about. The words, "Funny.....funny" echoed in my brain, and I couldn't think of anything to write about. Too. Much. Pressure.

I got up for a snack, convinced that when I returned I'd have a topic at hand.

Nope. It's been several days now. I suppose I should be glad that nothing catastrophic has happened for me to make light of. In fact, yes! I will be thankful that nothing horrible has happened.

And so, today I will just post pictures. :)


Jazz hands!!!




Brogan found a great hiding place for Hide-And-Seek.




We played with dry ice from Omaha Steaks.