Well, I'm unfunny once again. I lost the Socialluxe contest for funniest blogger. The winners were Cakewrecks, who won last year as well because it's great, and also The Bloggess. Who is funny and gets 9 hundred million readers. So thank heavens she won and got exposure, which was supposed to be the point of the awards.
Crap. Why I gotta be not funny?
I was talking with Faithful Reader and Commenter and Eater of Hamburgers with Celery on Them TwelveDaysOld, and we have decided is our brand of humor is just too lofty and sophisticated for the average reader. Yeah. We are the PBS of humor.
By the way, that is old hair. I do not have that Beethoven hair anymore. Someone asked how my chemical straightening was going and the curls are definitely fighting their way back in.
Why I gotta be not funny and frizzy-haired?
Maybe in much the same way that they tell you not to fight your hair, I should not fight the part where I am not funny. Maybe this should start being a somber blog. Perhaps we should start discussing the news of the day and the pressing issues of our time.
Does anyone want to talk about matte nail polish? Why is that in now? It's like we all forgot our top coat.
How are you liking my new somber tone so far?
So let's review. I'm not funny, I'm 45, I can't have a puppy and my frizz is returning.
Oh, and my dog can't do this.