I've got nothing to say, but it's ok.

Not that it matters, because it's not like I'm letting millions of readers down or anything, but I seem to have lost my verbal mojo this week. I just don't have anything to say. Would you like to hear about my laundry, and how worried we all are that my dining room table will become its permanent home? Or perhaps you'd like to hear about some food. I've cooked some great stuff the past few days, but I have taken no pictures of any of it, because I have decided to boycott my kitchen lighting scheme, and what good is talking about food when you can't see it? That's just lame.

No, wait, I've got it. You'd like to hear about how Riley still will eat next to nothing, and how we are very excited that he allowed a Pop-Tart to pass his lips, and we say screw the healthy shit, AT LEAST IT'S NOT A PANCAKE. Yes? Well, ok. Now you've heard about it.

At least tomorrow is Old Photo Tuesday, so that's a nice little built-in topic I've provided myself. So we're guaranteed a photo, and I'll probably string together a few consonants and vowels to go with it. Can't promise they'll make any sense, though.

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Oh again! Just curious if anybody gets what I am referencing in my title. Anyone? First person to tell me in the comments gets my... hmmm... undying love and devotion. Yeah, that's totally useful, and you'll love it. Or maybe you won't, because I'm just guessing here, but it's highly unlikely but a teensy bit possible that I am annoying when I have decided to be fully devoted. And undying. Maybe you wouldn't really like that at all. But hey! You get to make the call! If you don't want the love/devotion thing, you can request that I take a photo of anything you want, and I will comply and send it to you. (Er, ok, be aware that the dirtiest I am willing to go here is a filthy picture of my feet. Ok doke?) Is that weird? Well, whatever. I'm doing it anyway.

Now, go away. I see my mojo sulking in the corner, and I must go woo her with bacon and Nutty Bars.

Comments

[kate]

Oh man, Robyn, can I relate. If it weren't for my entertaining (to me) child I'd have nothing to write about. It's happening all over blog-land.

It's called February. sigh.

My totally random title guess: Beatles song??

[SyburJedi]

Good guess Kate! It's from their song "Good Morning, Good Morning" where The Beatles teach us to rhyme "it's five o'clock" with "is getting dark" like only the Brits can... :o)

[mp]

damn..I wanted to be first, even though I didn't know the answer.
Why is your laundry in your dining room?

[kate]

Sorry, MP. You've got to get up pretty early in the morning (literally) to beat me.

Robyn, what's my prize??? New car? Tropical vacation? Shopping spree at Boden? ;)

[Robyn]

MaryPat, doesn't EVERYBODY keep their laundry stacked on the dining room table? No?

Well, I can't really explain it. It's just the (very unfortunate) way I roll.