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