No no, don't give me the pity argument. I'm boring.
I was discussing sperm with a friend and it brought back the memory of the sperm cake I made a while back. Don't freak out. Sperm was the theme, not the ingredient. (FYI: "Sperm Cake" is one of google's most frequent searches that leads people to my blog. WHY would someone be googling sperm cake? I'm sure I don't want to know.)
Anyway, I wanted to show her the pictures, so I went back and found the post. And then I read it. And the one before it. And a few other around that time. And you know what? I was funny.
Yeah, I'm conceited, whatever. I was funny.
And now I'm boring.
Now, I might argue that I'd trade a sense of humor for Robbie, and it would be true. But seriously, I need to get a little bit of that back. I'm sure it's not specifically Robbie that has made me boring, but the fact that I'm at home all the time and I live and breathe a non-verbal 1 year old. There just isn't all that much to laugh about. Or at least, not much that translates well into a blog.
I could tell you funny poop stories all day, but again- somehow lost in translation.
If anyone sees my funny bone, capture it. There's a reward.