Ain't Gonna Happen
Well, maybe it wasn't COMPLETELY out of my control, but the fact is that I was single-momming it last week while preparing for a trip on which we were to leave the day Chad returned from moving his mom. I sort of lost all ability to be funny or creative in any way. So I called up my managing editor and, in my most professional voice, told him that "it ain't gonna happen" this week.
Maybe by next week my brain will be functioning again.
I'll leave you with another one of my True Confessions:
I still love Chef-Boy-Ardee, and I got really excited last week when I discovered the return of "ABCs and 123s" with meatballs. When you're starving to death after an entire day in the pool, nothing -- NOTHING -- is better.