One of Those Dyson Posts

So.

I have started writing approximately three halfway decent posts only to discover that my snot-filled brain is incapable of stringing together coherent thoughts.

Hey, look, the Pens won!

Oh yeah, I was saying . . . something.

Um, yeah.

So I know I have been sucking harder than a Dyson as of late. It wasn't your imagination. I have sucky suck sucked about the writing lately.

And I'm going to suck again tonight.

I think it's vitally important that I break from this nearly coherent thought to report that the Bulldog has some wicked gas tonight. The kind of gas that will smack you in the head so hard you fall over and end up wishing you were dead just so you wouldn't have to smell.the.stench.

Ugh.

Anyway, I'm going to lock the beast with the poisonous butt in the basement and see if I can sleep off this sinus infection turned headache turned do I really have to breathe? Because ouch. Just ouch.

I will be back. It will be coherent. I will not whine.

Because I'm a really nice Dyson, I'll leave you with links to a few of my favorite old posts. Feel free to review them at your leisure.

There's the shopping one which is soon to be followed up with another similar post because the powers that be have done some things to that website that are just crying out for me to make fun of them. And every parent that buys that worthless crap.

There's also the beginning of the worm saga which is just so much fun.

I might as well bring up the fact that once upon a time I had too much time on my hands. In case you are losing sleep from wonderment, I stuck to my guns. I may have spent approximately eleventy seven fourteen dollars on Caramel Macchiatos almost every day all winter, but I didn't buy a single over-priced Pumpkin Spice Latte.

Finally, there's the origins of Helmet Head and the illustrations of how Helmet Head evolves.

Hey look! It's a cute picture of the kid with the Bulldog!