Richy is, as we speak, talking on the phone in the bathroom. Some things should be sacred, if you ask me. Nobody asked me.

I really would like to write something pithy and funny for you. I even have a funny little attitude, and I can tell that I could be in the zone, easily, like if Daniel was here for me to mock, or someone funny was talking to me. I guess I have blogger's block. 

So here's what we're gonna do. I am going to take 5 suggestions for topics to blog on next week. 

Go ahead and throw me a bone. Submit the topic, or topics you would like me to expound upon, and I will choose whichever ones inspire my muse, OR if there are only 5, then I will choose those ones.

Ready, set, go!

Sometimes I really love the IHOP webstream... it's so peaceful.

We are praying for a miracle for my friend Amy's baby today. Her name is Livi. Please pray with us.

I have a lot on my mind and nothing to say. Funny how that works.

I toy with being SuperMom, but sometimes I just want a nanny and a nap. I don't know how single parents do it.. I need a second adult around here or I just start getting MEAN. I end up just like them, saying Mine! about my sandwich and pushing and arguing. Sheesh. 

This conference has started here at the Thunder School. It is consuming 115% of the MOG's time and I am tired and grumpy. I'm fine. I just need some chocolate and a little alone time. 

Sheesh.

I sit here in a sleepy haze. Up too late, up too early. Just took a nap. Nothing to say. Ho-hum.

I've basically got nothing to say today." So what," you say, "you never really have anything to say!"

Well.
Humph.
Sometimes, I have things to say. Now, maybe they aren't that interesting, I grant you. But still. It's something, you ungrateful little reader.

But today, legitimately. Nada.