Every morning, as I’m waking up, I have these great ideas for a blog. I get up with a spring in my step, with the thoughts of a particularly clever post. Then I brush my teeth, turn some lights on (yes, it’s still dark when I get up), let the dogs out, start the coffee, feed the dogs, pour a cup of joe and head to the computer. When I get there, all I can think of is why did I get up so dang early? That’s right, I cannot remember one single idea. Oh, and they were good ones, too, I assure you. Full of witty repartee and amazing photography
of the dogs.
I sit, staring at my computer screen, wondering if other bloggers have the same problem. I remember sweet Twisted Susan and how she wrote about farting in front of a lady at the grocery store. Then there was Jenn at Perspective Required who is out saving the wildlife, one chipmunk at a time (but a bit of a segregationist when it comes to squirrels). Oh, and Cupcake Murphy over at Odd, Good, True who spends her Saturday mornings being a detective.
It was then I started to realize our lives certainly don’t have to be exciting to write about them. There are some people who like to read about our everyday happenings. I, for one, enjoyed reading June at Bye, Bye Pie! as she was on her deathbed over the weekend, but still managed to edge the yard and take the dog to the park. In case you missed it, here is the reenactment. I also got a kick out of what The Zadge was going to do in bed over the weekend.
So really, I suppose I shouldn’t worry about writing something scintillating for you to read every day. I could just focus on the mundane, because someone out there is going to think it’s
funny worth reading (Hi Daddy!).
Well, would you look at that? I managed to
help you waste some time execute a noteworthy post, after all.
My work here is done.