I nearly didn’t blog today because nothing was funny to me.  Seriously.  Nothing.  I could hear a perfectly good joke and just not laugh.  I can’t explain it.  I’m not crabby especially, or tired.  I don’t have a cold.  I had a relatively productive day.  Our boy won his game at the US Open. I now have 7 fans at StumbleUpon.  I even got to annoy a bitch that really drives me up a wall.  Plus, I got Bitter Women added to humor-blogs.com.  Not that it’s particularly hard to get in there… but it was just a little happy thing to see that it had gotten approved.

And… I’m sick of reading ‘humor’ blogs that aren’t funny.  But as soon as I realised this, I started putting all kinds of funny pressure on myself (Okay that sounded dirty, and it made me smile, so maybe today isn’t lost.)

I think I might write a short article of rules on writing humor blogs.  Like… if you don’t smile at least once while making each entry, you shouldn’t post it. (See how neatly I skated around that one with the above paragraph?)

So, since I’m worried that I’m not as funny as I think I should be in order to justify writing today, I’ll just post this picture that my mom stole from somewhere and sent me, and it made me make truly unladylike noises when I saw it.

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I’ll try harder tomorrow.  Promise.  :)

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