Writer’s block. I’ve hit it.

I only have six other posts on here, and wham! It hit me already. Can’t think of a dang thing to write. Wait. That is not true–I can think of a lot of things to write, but believe me they are not that entertaining. And I want you to come back.

I am ornery this week. For no reason that I can put my finger on, I am just ornery.

It may be how irritating people are–and they are! If you go outside your house, do you know what you’d find? People. Right there and everything! Do you know what they do? Stuff. They go about their days to take care of their things, but do you know where they do it? The same places I do. Do you know why that bothers me right now? Neither do I. Probably because I am ornery.

You know what else I makes me ornery? Laundry. It doesn’t do itself, you know. At all. Ever. And when you wash and dry it–it still needs to be folded and put away or hung up. Who has *time* for such nonsense?

Cupboards and refrigerators don’t fill themselves, you know. I guess if someone in our house would get off her ornery throne and get groceries, this wouldn’t be an issue. And reminding me that I am the mom and the one with the throne might just make me ornery.

That coffee cup in the sink? Who do you think put it there? Oh, wait. That’s mine. Never mind. I’ll get it. Man, I love coffee. But I’m still ornery.

Okay. I could go on and on (and on and …) but I really do want you to come back. I will have something more entertaining next time. I’ve got four great half-blogs started. Well, four half-blogs, not sure how great they will be. But I’ll finish them later, when I am not ornery.

But for now, I am ornery. I will own it and get over it.