I really have nothing to blog about.
Unless you want to hear about the rain.
And how it has driven me to the depths of despair.
Or maybe you would rather hear about my spring cleaning list.
I do love the smell of Murphys Oil Soap and could talk about that.
I could talk about the medical bills that came in the mail yesterday.
And how ridiculous some of the charges are.
$65 for a five minute conversation?
Boobs can be expensive if something is thought to be wrong with them.
I could talk about the knockdowndragout Ellie and I had a few nights ago.
It was a doozy.
She gets so freaking emotional over the silliest things.
She is testing me.
And I had had enough.
It wasn't pretty.
Or maybe I could discuss the movies I really want to see.
Stupid Crazy Love.
Or maybe the 5 books resting on my nightstand.
The last Outlander.
The new Jodi Picoult.
I tend to read smut in the summer.
I really have nothing to say.
But I managed to write a longish post in spite of it.