Nothing at all

I know, I know. If I could hybernate like the bears, you know I would, and I'd rather you find me not home than to make you come in and listen to mumbo jumbo ho-hum stuff, which is what you'd get this time of year. Not that this isn't a good thing, because even a boring day is better than a bad day, but I guess I'm just going through the days, happy to be one day closer to spring than the day before.

I mean, do you really want me to rant about my driveway and what a hazard it can be this time of year? Or that I have to practically stand up in the van to see over the way-too-high snowbank to make sure the coast is clear before I can pull out of said horrendous driveway? Or how I'm tired of winter and snow and school cancelations and dry skin and always being cold?
That's what I thought.

So instead, I got nothing. Maybe my friends have more exciting things going on. I'm sure they won't mind if you visit them. Debbie will definitely make you laugh. And Mike just writes the most incredible stories. Not to mention that his daughter, Emmeline, wears better clothes than the models in fashion magazines, mostly thanks to her creative dad. Brian's stories will have you rolling on the floor, although he's apparently taking the month of February off and is abandoning his faithful fans until March rolls around. He got away with it last year, and so he thinks he can get away with it again. Sadly, he can, because we suckers will be banging on his door to let us in on the first day of March. But read some of his older posts if you aren't familiar with him. Then get in line on March 1.

Are you a cat-lover? Even if you're not, Rockygrace will welcome you. Hey, she's even using sophisticated words now on her blog.

I recently came upon MomBabe and feel like I nearly struck gold. She cracks me up as much as Dawn does and I only wish I found her sooner.

They should keep you busy for a while and in the meantime, maybe something really exciting will happen in good old Londonderry, or whatever knack for humorous writing they all have will rub off on me and I'll have something to make you laugh, too. Or I'll just call it a day and stick with the poems.