Maybe My Hole Punch Will Do It.

I went to write a post yesterday and it didn’t happen.  I stared at the blank screen.  And stared and stared and stared.  Nothing came out.  I have a notebook I keep with me so I can remember funny things that happen that I want to blog about.  I looked at the notebook and all those little potential pots of blogging gold and my reaction was, “meh.”  I think I’ve run out of words.  I haven’t even been talking as much today as I normally do.  I’m sure my coworkers are thanking whatever it is that has shushed me up.  I’m an quite confident that another delivery of words is expected soon.  I hope that there will be many words that have multiple syllables for the Girl that lives at Ava’s house.  I also hope that when I string these words together, at least some of them are funny.

 So I leave you with this:

My Honey was waking up The Bandit this morning. 

“Time to wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.  Come on, little dude, time to get up,” he said in a sing song voice.

A tiny, sleepy, grumpy voice came from under the covers, “Nooooo, my feet aren’t ready yet.”

Then while I was making my lunch, he wanted to make some contributions.  He gave me a Clementine orange and a whole, shelled walnut.  “Just ’cause I love you, Mom.”

I have no idea what to do with this walnut.