DH and I have breakfast at Sully's Cafe on Saturdays. Last Saturday, a young lady came in wearing a pair of boots that my inner three-year-old fell in love with! (I got her mom's permission to post a photo of the boot on my blog.) So for shoesday. a little pink boot with hearts on it. Wish it came in my size.
What is it about being committed to blogging that dries up the fountains of creativity? Other months, I can't wait to sit down and start babbling. But now that I am obligated to blog, all my words run away and hide. No topics present themselves, when usually they are fighting like a pile of monkeys to be first on the post. Well, I'm gonna go cut a hole in a coconut and tie it to a big log. Then I'm going to flash my Zippo lighter so it's all shiney in the sun. Finally, I'll drop the lighter ostentatiously into the coconut and go sit quietly a hundred feet away.
I will have made the hole just big enough to get the lighter in, but not so big that a monkey's fist, wrapped around the lighter, can pull out. Then, when I hear frenzied monkey screams, I will go catch the monkey, because they will NOT release the shiny thing once they have their hand on it. Do be aware that all the other monkeys will be up in the trees, shrieking and throwing things at you. That should give me lots to write about. I'll go build a monkey trap now.