What to say when you have nothing to say
Beth made a post over at her blog today about how she’s a bad blog reader and commenter and she wanted to read the blogs of her readers and blah blah blah. Something I should probably dedicate my time to one of these days since I’m a notorious reader-but-not-commenter. Well. That’s not exactly true. I usually run out of steam halfway through my list of blogs and never pick that steam back up again.
Anyway, in anticipation of Beth’s possible visit, I thought I should dust things off and make the place presentable. Can’t have a royal bottom resting on a dirty chaise! Or something. When I got home, I found out that Beth had already come a-calling and saw everything in its dismal state. I have nothing to say! I should at least have a clever story that doesn’t involve my desk and it disappearing under a bunch of paper this afternoon, or my brain and how it’s trying to find an escape route out of my forehead. But what do I have? Nothing. Nothing!
I’m such a fraud.
Alas, in the grand scheme of me asking you guys for things and then you complying and then me promptly forgetting said questions that prompted the responses, I’m going to give you guys the opportunity to ask me a question. Or two. Or three. You ask and I’ll probably answer. In about ten years.