Half-Baked Ideas

Oh, man. It was bound to happen sooner or later. After 202 posts this year, I am stuck. I have started three different posts this morning and none of them worked. What am I to do? I've got blogger's block.

First, I wrote about a situation last night about how a man was holding up the line at the check out. He wanted to know, "Why there no sistahs working up in here, where's the diversity?" He asked this of the Native American checker and the Hispanic manager. As I wrote this story, well, it just fell flat.

Then I began writing a list about talk in the kitchen and at the table on Thanksgiving Day. You know, how the most innocent conversation can sound dirty. Such as, "Wow, what a spread!", "If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!" and "Talk about huge breasts!" Lists, they are so overdone, I scrapped it.

Finally, I was ready to post about some weird things in the news. Like the Texas man who says a low-flying bird and a dropped cell phone caused him to crash his million-dollar car into a salt marsh. Meh, who cares? His insurance will cover it.

So, I've given up. Sorry, dear readers. I've got nothing for today, but some half-baked ideas. The good news is, tomorrow is a new day.