I've Got Nothing

Monday I wrote a post.
Tuesday I didn't even remember I had a blog.
Wednesday I tried to think about something to write.
Thursday I started to panic and checked my site meter to see if everyone had abandoned me.
Today, I'm begging you not to leave me.  I still have nothing.  Don't go!  Stay with me.

I'm at the point where I've decided to just start typing whatever comes into my head.  No editing, this could be dangerous.  But, here's where my head is.

6:57 am :  I hate bra shopping.  I bought two yesterday.  I should probably wash them more often.  How often are you supposed to wash bras?  I wonder how often Laraine washes her bras.  (I have no idea why my dirty bras made me think of Laraine, I'm just typing as I think....shut up).

7:00 am:  I want a Diet Coke with crushed ice.  In an environmentally incorrect Styrofoam cup.  And guacamole. 

7:01 am:  I'm wondering if I could drive to California and call Kris out of the blue and say, "Hey!  It's me Holly!  From that blog!  You know, Holly!  So can I stop by just to say hi???"  And then when she lets me in (cause she would totally give me her address and not think I'm a weirdo) I would somehow mention that I love guacamole and she would load my jeep up with all of her avocados from her grove.  That would be awesome!!!

7:04 am:  I am a tad obsessed with transferring money online from one account to the other.  Usually I transfer money from savings to checking.  There used to be a fee if you transferred more than three times a month but they don't charge you anymore so I transfer money at least twice a week.  I have no idea why I enjoy this.  What does that mean?

7:06 am:  I may go get my eyebrows threaded.  Is that the right term?  You know, where they use a thread to pull your eyebrows out and shape them?  I've never done that, I wonder what my eyebrows would look like. 

7:10 am:  Should I cleanse my colon?

7:11 am:  My shirt smells funny.  Like, not good, funny.  I wore it this morning when I did the Wii Fit and my Ab Lounger but I don't think I got all that sweaty.  Oh, it's not my shirt, it's me.  I need to wrap this up and take a shower.

7:13 am:  I need to go see if that Tsunami hit Hawaii yet.

7:14 am:  I wonder if Dad will get his birthday card today.  I made him a card where I spelled out DAD in macaroni and glued sequins, buttons and other crap to it and them wrote Happy Birthday with my left hand.  He always said he preferred homemade cards to store bought ones.

7:15 am:  Just heard the trash man coming down the street and I had forgotten to take the can out.  I ran outside looking like this.

Yes, I took a picture for you.  I think the trash man wants me.  Or my really cool pj pants.  Contrary to popular belief (and my husband's dismay), I do not look like this when I work out.

7:30 am:  And that's all I've got. 

Holly

xxx-ooo