Dusting

It's dusty in here. I was a bad blogger last week. I want to write, I really do. I'm saving for a laptop now so I can blog at home again. It seems the addition of a child in our home has decreased the time I spend on the computer. I figure a laptop costs about $600, and so far I've saved somewhere between $25 and $30 in quarters, dimes and nickels. I'll get there, and soon I can live blog while watching reality television. Awesome.

This weekend, I kept an eye out for a good topic to write about on Monday. I was hoping somebody would annoy me enough in public to inspire me.

Nope. The closest I came was when a lady on a cellphone cut me off while I was pushing the stroller. But alas, we were on church grounds, so I don't really think it would be fair for me to go off on some diatribe about her. Jesus would be pissed. Even though this was clearly rude, and she nearly caused a stroller fender bender, I'll hold off, and hope I see her someday on less sacred ground.

We went to lunch Sunday and enjoyed some fried food as a family. I looked around the restaurant because that sort of people watching would surely give me a Monday topic.

Wow, check out the huge mole on his cheek! It's the size of a Susan B. Anthony dollar. This is great. Holy Mole-y. It's mol-eriffic. This will be fun. Nothing like a gigantic mole when you're on a hunt for blog material. Wait a sec. It's a kid. I was so distracted by the mole that it took me a minute to realize it belonged to a 7-year-old. I'm sorry, kid. I won't write about the mole, as much as I'd like to. And because you're a kid, I won't point it out to the others I'm dining with, even though my son is staring at it like it's a huge, brown, flourescent light. Must... not.... talk.... about.... mole.

MOLE!

So, bottom line is, I didn't find anything to write about. Sorry to disappoint. Vote for Sanjaya.