On Empty

I have nothing, Internet peeps. No-thing.

We spent a week on tenterhooks waiting to see if we're pregnant - we're not - and besides the inevitable letdown from that, I can not think of anything to blog about. This is the problem with not having a wild and jam-packed schedule; no post materials.

Tarzan's mother and aunt are in town so I don't have to sit with his grandfather learning interesting tidbits with which to blackmail - I mean share - with the rest of the family.

Tarzan has required continuing education classes for school so he's not home a lot and when he is he's wiped. All the TV shows have had their finales so no shallow entertainment news. We have watched a lot of Stargate SG-1. (Thank you Netflix.) So dang cute and funny, the whole lot of them. Richard Dean Anderson, sigh. Michael Shanks, double sigh. How can you not love this look?: But, all drooling aside, that's it.

The weather has been unremarkable - warm-ish, kind of sunny, some days.

The cats pretty much look after themselves.

And that is my life. What have I done you ask, other than slobber on myself? Laundry, dishes, errands, bank runs - did you know you can't cash foreign - as in Frozen Northern - checks in The Jungle without a WHOLE lot of effort and money for fees? - smogged the car, vacuumed stuff, filed stuff, budgeted stuff, you know the boring usual stuff that does not make for entertaining blog posts.

This is me, with nothing in the remotest bit interesting to say.