Cheeto a homeless person left me on the windowsill of a pub. We were inside having a few drinks and he walked by outside, stopped and laid this by me. It was very sweet and a little surreal.

Normal is boring

Should having a blog be stressful? Cuz it is for me. I was never good at recording my thoughts. When I was little, I'd start a journal then forget about it a week later. Now, I haven't forgotten about this blog; it's just that I have nothing interesting to write about. I'm boring! I have a normal life, with a normal job, and a normal husband, and a normal dog. (Which I'm all very thankful for!!!) Well, the dog isn't always normal but I'll save that story for another post. (Yesss, something to write about)
Back to having nothing to write about. So what am I going to say? Woke up at 8am to a stupid morning show. Showered, dressed, fed the dog then took him out. Needed gas so I stopped by the QT to fill up (that one's always the cheapest). Forgot to set the coffee maker so I stopped by Starbucks for a Grande coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. See I just put myself to sleep.

(and yes, I see the irony of writing about having nothing to write about)