It seems dear readers I have lost my Blo-Jo. <-- How rude does that sound?

What I’m trying to say is, I have lost my blogging brain.
I have nothing to say.
Like, nothing.

I’m lacking excitement in my life.

Well, There was the excitement of ironing, cooking, cleaning and arranging my linen cupboard and pantry.

There is also the excitement of staying up late and waking up mega early to watch the world cup.
Over night we have become soccer experts.
I’ve also got a crush on Ronaldo.
He’s purty.
But this makes me think perhaps he’s out of my league.
Or I’m the wrong sex.

I could blog about the fact that I am 25 and I found my very first grey hair.
However I feel that is too traumatic to discuss here.
I’ve also bleached the living daylights out of it to blonde goodness.
Take that rude grey hair.

I could tell you about the War I have declared on Moo.
He loves bath time.
He has been known to take himself off the the bathroom and sit and wait for us to get the hint.
What he doesn’t love is having his nails clipped.
As soon as he spots the clippers in my hand he runs.
Or sits on Lex hoping that his dad will save him.
Lex is on Moos side.
He wants him to love him more.

He thinks his dad can save him.

So now, I’m trying to clip them when he’s asleep.
So far I’ve done two nails.
Not two paws.
Two nails.
He may win the battle, but he won’t win the war.

I could also tell you that a copy of my marriage certificate was sent to me…
and now I’m in a sweat because it has the wrong name on it.
Because you know, I’ve gone 25 years thinking that I was someone else…
And now we are thinking
that it’s not valid.
Which means I’m a free agent.
This does mean I am totally available for Johnny Depp now.

Don’t we make a beautiful couple.
This is what our wedding will be like.

*I am aware I look alien like but it’s ok. Johnny says he loves me for me, not my hideous face.

I’ve also just realised that I will have to take this photo down…
They could use this as evidence when the stalking restraining order is put out against me.
Stupid Laws.

June 27, 2010 - 12:43 pm

Nic - You look like a beautiful couple!My dogs hate having their nails clipped but I bribe them with treats!I feel the same about blogging, I have nothing to say at the mo!

June 27, 2010 - 2:18 pm

Lil' Woman - He is way too tan and smooth for my taste and hello, can those shorts get any shorter.

June 27, 2010 - 2:24 pm

Stepha - I am sort of in a slump too…All the posts not about A nobody reads…LOL…Are you still planning on moving???

June 27, 2010 - 2:50 pm

Ana - For the first guy I think you are the wrong sex. Second you and Johnny look lovely together. I am in the same boat, I just feel like I have nothing to say.

June 27, 2010 - 3:24 pm

Circus Princess - LMFAO! OK, even when you have nothing to say, you're still one of the funniest writers I know. Lots of kissies!

June 27, 2010 - 10:38 pm

stinkb0mb - Demps hates having his nails cut too and runs to D to "save him" – which of course never works bha ha ha!!I have to warn you….if you say you like Ronaldo aka Mr Gay (not that there's anything wrong with that!) again – then I'm afraid we just can't be friends….xxxxp.s. I too have found a grey hair recently – a fact I am STILL in denial about!

June 28, 2010 - 1:40 am

Saige - The dude in the first photo does look a little… "special" for sure. He's a soccor player? Aren't they supposed to be more manly?My dog loves baths too. She used to go hang out in the bathroom and wait for us to get the hint too. In fact, I think she purposely gets as dirty as possible when I leave her outside for the day 1) so that she can get a bath, and 2) to punish me for leaving her outside for the day. Both of my pooches hate having their nails trimmed too. I'm not sure who hates it more, me or them.What the deuce about the marriage cert? I am sure it is still valid. How stupid would it be if it wasn't? I'm sure yours isn't the first one they've misspelled. Sorry Johnny, Sass is still taken. :p

June 28, 2010 - 2:02 am

Thea - Blog block, dontcha hate it?It'll pass, I'm sure you'll have something again soon.xx

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