I Got Nothing
was gonna write a killer post today. had my notes and a few sketches and blueprints on a piece of paper and was getting settled in to start writing, then lulubelle began yelling at something so I set the sheet down to go outside and see what was going on. by the time I came back in id forgotten about my notes, but did notice a sheet of paper on the desk and just then my tummy grumbled so… I ate that piece of paper. the one with all my notes on it. and now I cant remember what I was going to write about.
think it was going to be spectacular. it was going to be a soliloquy or an in depth interview, or was it a haiku? thats it, definitely a haiku. maybe…
pretty sure I was going to quote twain or dickens.
its possible there was going to be a big revelation about something. maybe it was going to be a contest announcement with prizes. or a marriage proposal. or economic news.
and a soundtrack. it was definitely going to have a soundtrack from madonna or ludacris or maybe tom jones. I think it was going to have a soundtrack… and smell-o-rama, I think it was going to have smell-o-rama too.
theres a chance there was going to be an unfolding image like those in childrens pop up books. I remember thinking about that at some point.
there were certainly going to be balloons delivered to my readers, or was that balloons delivered to me? dang it…
so now I got nothing to write about. oh, except that I did chase a squirrel earlier today. it was on the fence and I chased it and it ran away. wheres my kazoo?
(sigh) go ahead, say it… I ate my homework.
Nooter - if you were trying to get a marriage proposal for your human, I can tell you from personal experience fugetaboutit. They don’t like others doing that for them.
And if you were thinking of one for yourself…well…let me ask. Did you read about that thing in Maine this week? Ain’t no way anyone’s giving you a marriage license if those humans can’t get one. I’m just sayin’
I hope you don’t get a bellyache from eating your notes.
Sounds like you need a nap.
hello nooter its dennis the vizsla dog hay wot is a dickens??? is it like chickens??? ok bye
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Hi Nooter. Too bad about your post. It sounds like it was going to be a whopper. Ooh Whopper, now I am hungry. Want to share my fries with me?
Another fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into. You have to block out the distractions and focus. Paper is not a snack hon.
And that probably would have been your best post ever. I hate it when I eat my blog. But like they say, stuff happens. (although, I don’t know who “THEY” are.)
I think this post is epic as i have never seen madonna or ludacris or maybe tom jones in the same sentence before.
My grandpa is also a Baby Boomer and we love him a lot.:”`
my grandfather is also a baby boomer and he is also a war veteran;’`