I’m having a slight panic attack today.
Because I can’t seem to find my humor.
That makes writing a humor blog a little difficult.
I’ve gone through a few ideas in my head this morning, but I couldn’t think of anything to write about that felt authentically funny. So, we’re on the hunt for my funny bone today. Apparently, it’s missing.
|Scoot couldn’t find my funny, either.|
I don’t know how naturally funny people maintain their funny everyday for a month. Don’t they ever have days where they feel serious? Or blue? Or can’t think of anything remotely laugh-worthy? Don’t they have days where they just feel like sitting quietly and pondering the state of the union instead of using clever words to prompt guffaws?
Seriously. Those posts were really funny. So if you’re looking to me for a gut-busting laugh today, you might look to one of those posts rather than this one. Because this one is seriously lacking in quality material.
I’m not necessarily sad today. Or blue, or serious, or quietly sitting to ponder the state of the union. I’m just feeling….unfunny.
I hope this isn’t the end of my blogging career.
|Sigh. What am I without my funny?|
So. I’m going to work on this. I’m going to find my funny. Tomorrow’s post is going to be all about How Abby Got Her Funny Back. And in the meantime, I’m going to take some sage advice from my pal, Alex, from Late Enough. And spend some quality time high-fiving myself to boost morale. Thanks, Alex…
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