I am not funny.

My youngest daughter informed me tonight that my blog has not been funny since I moved to Wyoming.  I can’t argue with her.  I went from a pajama wearing mom to a working mom and my days are just not all that funny at work, at least not in ways that I can talk about.  And I’m tired most of the time and not lying on the couch sipping wine at noon like the good old days.

I can’t pick on the man in my life anymore because I married him.

My children have laptops stuck to their faces and don’t provide any amusement.

I’m trying to be a grownup.

And I don’t talk to Abrah, my muse, as much because we’re two hours apart in where we are during the day.

I’m not sure what to do to be funny again.  Help1


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