After that long and whining blog book review I feel the need to recover and say something funny but I got nothin'. Sorry. This is why I can't be a stand up comic. What if this happens on stage? My son is running around with a diaper in need, my house looks like he smells, my husband is playing the piano and my daughter is trying to talk to me. My older son is hiding in his room with a video game. See? Nothin' going on here. My toddler just came up and brought me number shapes from his puzzle which he correctly identified. I am thrilled. See? Still nothin'. There is something in that stillness though...It's just not funny. Sorry about that. May I suggest you help yourself to a complimentary donut on your way out the door?
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