I'm supposed to be editing my husband's paper right now. I'd rather do just about anything. I'd rather clean up doggy diarrhea that's been tracked all over the house. I'd rather have a small child throw up in my mouth. I'd rather clean out a week old sippy cup of milk that was hidden in a toy box. But since I've done all of these things already, I guess I'll blog.
It's too bad I don't have anything to blog about.