This morning, I was in a bit of a funk due to a 24 hour bout of "writer's block".
Summer's here, the kids are home and NEEDY, and I have been hard-pressed to come up with anything to write about, much less time to write anything in.
My husband tried to cheer me up over breakfast:
Him: What's the matter? You've got lots to write about! Why don't you write about ME?!
I glared at him over my glasses.
Me: Because, Dearest, I'm TRYING TO KEEP IT NICE.
Him: (putting his nose back in the newspaper) Oh. Well. Good luck with that.
Honey, I love you. Just remember, you asked for it...