Blogger's Block

The husband's reading, and I don't feel like it, so I'm blogging. Except that I think I have blogger's block. I wanna blog, yet right now I have nothing to blog about. So I'm blogging for the sake of blogging which is kinda like eating when you're not hungry - it doesn't solve anything, or even give me any permanent satisfaction, but it kills time until I feel like dancing around naked to get his attention.

To be clear - it's not like I'm a good dancer or anything, but I'm a girl and he's a boy and I have boobs. And get those boobs naked, and well, there you have it - BOOBS! Oh, and attention from the husband who just moments ago was engrossed in his book, forcing you to blog when you have nothing to blog about. But seriously, think like a man - they're BOOBS! Not boobs, but BOOBS!

But back to my point... I've sat here and thought about all the stuff I could blog, I've even looked through all my drafts, but this is one of those nights where blogging for the sake of blogging really IS like eating for the sake of eating - I've looked through them all like I look through my fridge and cupboards, and nothing works. Notta. Zip. Zilch. It all sucks. And on any other day, those things might really tie me over and might be like a fulfilled craving that just WORKS, but today, they're all just blogaliciously boring, or blogtastically angry, and tonight I don't feel like being the angry blogger, or the boring blogger... although this blog written out of desperation to get around blogger's block might be bloganely blah anyway.

So I think I'm off to dance. Or maybe just stand... cuz again, he's a boy and they're BOOBS!