Have you guys seen the previews for that new show? The one with the people and the baby, you know, that guy from, um some movie.
Hold on, I'll go look it up...
Okay, it's called Up All Night. It has Christina Applegate and Will Arnett and a baby.
You know what I'm talking about? It doesn't really matter if you do. This post will be equally lame whether you know what I'm talking about or not.
It's not my fault that it will be lame. Because the voices? They're gone, you guys. On any given day I have 47,000 voices running through my head. Yes, it is loud. But also entertaining. And now they are gone. And I am lonely. And have nothing to write about. Except how I can relate to a tv show I haven't even seen yet.
The husband and I were eating dinner, cooked by yours truly in a fit of insanity, and there was a preview for Up All Night.
The husband: I can't decide if that show's going to be funny. I suppose if I had a baby I could relate and it would be hilarious. Actually, if it's about how they're tired all the time, then I can totally relate.
Me: If it's about how they feel like their life is out of control, their house is always a mess, they never have time for anything, they have no balance in their life and they're tired all the time, then I can totally relate.
You know what's great about relating your out of control life to a tv show? At the end of the day, the director says cut, and the actors abandon the out of control life they just portrayed, do a happy little jig, and scoot on home to their rich, private cook, housekeeper, nanny, personal masseuse, personal trainer life and are never tired. I assume. Cuz I'm in a the-grass-is-greener kind of mood.
I'll probably end up deleting this post because it's so lame. But I guess if you're reading it, I didn't delete it. Hahahahahaha. That was so funny.
I'm losing it.
Actually, I've already lost it. I have nothing left to write about. No funny. No short stories. From now on this blog will consist of me outlining the details of my sock drawer. It probably won't be as awesome as it sounds. Or maybe it will be. We'll just have to wait and see.
With breath that is bated,* we shall see.
*Name the tv show that line is from and win a totally awesome prize! If I can't keep you guys coming back with the totally awesome content that is no longer this blog, then I will have to bribe you with prizes. And you guys know how awesome my prizes are.
P.S. Please don't unfollow me because of this crapiness. I promise I will get my funny back. If I have to pee my pants in public, throw myself down the stairs, molest a stranger or drug the husband so he makes out with household furniture in his sleep, I will get my funny back.