Not funny.

Damn! I had a big post in my drafts folder updating you on the past 4 or 5 months but it's gone.
Which is a real shame because it was the funniest thing I've ever written. you'll
You'll just have to believe me though because right now I can't find any humour in anything.

Except for the beard my husband has grown over the long weekend.
Hilarious.

It's been a while (again) and I want to come back, I really do, but I never seem to have anything to write about myself or my kids or my even my arse, that I think you'd find even remotely interesting. And certainly not funny.

Life is incredibly stressful & busy with running the business, ear infections, throat infections, a seriously overgrown garden, dieting, not quite teenage hormones, a husband who never gets enough sex, a house that's too small for us and a cat who thinks he's a dog.

So busy but boring blog reading.

Like today, a rainy Wednesday of the school holidays and I'm at home with the resident 11 year old and his mate. Actually I've locked myself in my bedroom and left them alone downstairs. I can hear bullets being fired but I am guessing they're on screen ones and not real life.

I probably should check, shouldn't I?

But what is there to write about?
The jeans shopping we just did - "mum, no offense but you don't know what's cool". (Oh, how could I possibly be offended?)
The $30 the local bakery fleeced me for the lunch for the two of them? ($30! I know!)
How "gay" that Taio Cruz song is? (Umm, who? Does Tom Cruise go by a Spanish name now?)

See, nothing.