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A Comedian I’m Not (Always)

Yesterday’s post was NOT funny.

I tried to make it funny, but it just wasn’t funny. It felt forced.

I’ve had “My Funny” leave me only once before while writing Abby Gabs, and I managed to turn it into a relatively funny post. (Not like yesterday’s post.) So, I started wracking my brain to figure out why my post yesterday was less than funny.

That’s when it hit me.


PMS. PMS affects My Funny. (Generic apology to my male readers here.)

PMS doesn’t necessarily take away My Funny. It just dulls it a bit. IE: The wit is still there, it just seems fuzzy around the edges. See, when it’s just a normal, PMS-free day, I’m all wit and charm and hilarity.

These are the days I come up with my best blog ideas.

But on PMS-y days, my thoughts are otherwise occupied. While I can come up with somewhat decent topics to write about, they always feel a little less…shiny. That’s probably because my thoughts are consumed with other things…

Like huge Hostess cupcakes. And how I’m going to murder the next person who calls and interrupts The Gilmore Girls. And tequila. Always tequila.

There must be a hormone to blame. Or lack of sleep. Not enough caffeine? Something about PMS is seriously toying with my ability to be funny. Which indirectly affects my ability to be adorable. I mean, who’s going to keep coming back to read a “sort of okay” blog???

And if today is the first day you’ve ever read my blog, and you’re thinking, “She thinks she’s funny? Really?”—PLEASE don’t judge me by this post, or yesterday’s! Just go read this one, and you’ll swear you’ve just encountered Whoopi Goldberg’s long lost Caucasian cousin.

Because, brain gnomes? Seriously?

“I’m SOOOO not funny.”

WAIT! I just thought of a way to make the cute little brain gnome funny!!!

Now THAT’S funny.


Where Has All My Funny Gone?

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?

Not even Photoshop could inspire me today. The photoshop of the Silly Hat, and the Cross-Dressing Dwarf, and the Cinderella Facial.

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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