I'm having a bitchuva time coming up with a post this morning

I don't know exactly how old I was when my love affair with Q-Tips began. But I can tell you it was love at first swab. And every day since that day I've been swabbing my way to a bright new day.

Hmmm... No. That's not going to work.

What do cats get out of licking the shower spigot? They must get something out of it, as they immerse themselves into the activity with such unabashed glee.

Glee?

I used to love making homemade ice cream when I was a girl. I can almost hear the gravely sound the rock salt made as I crunk the handle in frothy anticipation.

Crunk? Oh, just shoot me and get it over with.

Hmmm...

I was singing to Joe last night, "My son will get up - TOmorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that TOmorrow, there'll be my son", and just feeling so much agape from my heart.

Gawd. NO!

If you cry for free and out of a sense of civic duty, is the product considered to be voluntears?

If The President does something awful will it be considered an obamanation?

Would I get sued if I blogged on Saturday night and called it The Saturday Evening Post?

Walking away from the keyboard...