I asked Matt-Man for a topic for today’s post. Genius boy suggested writing about how much I love him.
Okay, I love him a whole lot. Now what do I write?
His other suggestion was to write about what I want to do this summer. I said, “Hey cool, Matt-Man.” (yes, I call him Matt-Man at home; he makes me.)
“So what do I want to do this summer?” I ask him. No response. I think he fell asleep.
I’m pretty lazy so this list might be insurmountable. I’d hate for it to cut into my nap time.
I’d like to start exercising. Seriously. The middle age spread is upon me now, as much as I try to deny it, or blame it on the beer, frozen pizzas, the cappuccinos…
Since I am blogging now I also want start commenting on the blogs that I read. I’ve always been reluctant to comment because I never felt that I had anything to say.
I have a forced vacation coming up (boss is shutting down for a week in July) so I really, really need to clean out closets, cupboards, blah blah blah.
I want to adopt a little Chinese boy and name him, Petey. Oh wait…
They don’t have the boys for adoption do they? Are there any countries that have the boys for adoption, or do they all just hate little girls?
Was that socially unacceptable? M’eh, who cares.
Does it sound like too much? It does, doesn't? I'll just cut back a little. Ok, no exercise, check.
Maybe I’ll chuck it all, sit around, drink beer, and nap. Of course all the while not wearing pants.
What are your plans for summer? Please God, let them be as lame as mine. Well except for Petey.
Petey? Petey? Where are you?