Nothing to see here, move along because I have absolutely nothing to blog about tonight.
Nothing. Nada. Zip.
And I don’t even have any videos, either.
Tomorrow, of course, is the last day of November. The last day of NaBloPoMo. I’m looking forward to it. (And, oddly, in a way I’m not because I kind of dug being forced to write at least something for a complete month).
With that said, I’m leaving you now to go back to the Packers/Cowboys game. Favre is hurt. I hope it’s season ending. That would rock.
(For Snooze, Brett Favre is the quarterback for the Green Bay Packers. I am not a fan.)
On a side note, to mention Joy so I can put this in some sort of category, when we were kids, Joy used to scratch me up so bad, my mom threatened to cut her fingernails. She never drew blood, but she came damn close a couple of times.
And, I assure you, I never, ever did anything to deserve that treatment. No sir.