I don't feel like writing today.

...basically, because I feel as if I suck. At writing, that is. As well as sucking at housework. I'm not kidding about the giant dust bunnies*, you know. One of them, big enough to swallow up my four-month-old son, rolled out from under my couch the other day. Thank God I was there to stop it before it did. We'd still be looking for him. And I'd have to explain it to my inlaws. "He was there, and then, he was gone. Look out! Here comes another one--stop it before it eats againnnnnnnnnnn..."

Sometimes, I think writing is just an excuse not to do housework. If only I'd write something marketable.

Ah well. There's always tomorrow.

Wait. Did you hear that? Sort of a whoosh-swish noise. Like, a big...oh no! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh...!

*ATTENTION: no dust bunnies were injured or mistreated during the making of this blog. I'd like to thank our dust bunny wrangler (who shall remain anonymous) for posting this photo of a stunt bunny to Google Images for my use.

All my bunnies are 100% natural dust, with no fillers or paper of any kind.