I'm officially done. I have no more summer anecdotes to share. I've seen bloggers all over the blog-o-sphere talking about having Summer Writer's Block*. It must be contagious. Those posts should have come with a quarantine warning.
In short order here's what I've done that I can tell you about:
- I've tried every creative method I could think of to deduce my children's teachers for the coming school year. The assignments will probably come in the mail this weekend; or, at the very least, we'll find out at "Back to School Night" on Monday. Ummm. That's like three days away. Just how, exactly, am I expected to be patient that much longer?! (And for those of you who work at our school AND read this blog - don't worry. I really am pretty convinced my kids are more mature than I am...)
- I've studied in-depth about the death of the McMansion. And, by "in-depth", I mean I read this article.
- I spent nearly 30 minutes trying to get Google Maps to show me a street view of an old theater in town so I could jog my friend's memory about which theater is about to be torn down. FYI - I'm pretty sure it's behind the Dairy Queen.
- I've had another internal hissy fit over the fact that the html code on this blog doesn't seem to like two spaces after a period. I need it to know that that's how I learned to type and, thus, make the necessary adjustments to cause me as little angst as possible. Facebook does it for me, Blogger. Why do you have to be so mean?!
- And, now I've typed this riveting post for you. Sorry. They can't all be gems. This one is a cubic zirconia at best.
I need school to start just so I'll have something to blog about.
*I just made up that ailment. I think it will probably catch on. You can say you were here at the beginning. You're welcome.