And it's true. I have nothing to write about. I could talk about the stupid popcorn kernel stuck in my tooth, or I could talk about the hair I have to pluck. Or maybe I could chat about the in-grown hair I had on my leg about a week ago that was a challenge to remove but I did it. How about the never ending saga of the whole house thing, which now that I think about it, I don't want to talk about that. It's too depressing.
We could discuss that I should have gotten gas on Sunday because now it is $.09 higher. Here's a fun one, Nadia will put on footie jammies just so she can slide down the stairs on her stomach, feet first. She can go really really fast, laughing the whole way down.
Ok, have to go get that hair plucked.