I Am Not Funny

Just so you know, I realize that.

I am not funny and neither is my blog, it's actually quite serious and occasionally depressing.

But you should also know that I am neither quite as serious/depressing as my blog might portray.  It's merely an outlet for that part of my being - writing it has some sort of therapy value.

Lately I have been reading the pure genius found at Hyperbole and a Half, and realizing with only a slight pang of regret that I will simply Never Be That Funny... even if I stopped being serious/depressing and tried.

That said, reading the aforementioned blog has given me a lot of random ideas for things I'd like to blog about that are not quite as serious/depressing as my usual fare.

Like how I made my entire family hate even the sight or mention of peanut butter cookies.  Or the time that I was 15 and in the emergency room with my first (five) kidney stones, which is actually an amusing story.  Or the harrowing saga of trying to get a three year old to succumb to an afternoon nap.  Or this hilarious sign I saw and took a picture of the other day (which would make a short blog post because I did take a picture of it).  Or nearly half a dozen other things that crop up in the terrifying corn-maze (you know the one) that is my mind daily, but for some reason I can't think of right now.

So, if I blog about any of that stuff in the future, just know that I realize that I am not funny.  I am not trying to turn my serious/depressing blog into a funny one.  It's more like - ok, this is the actual example I thought up just now - normally what I put on my blog is whatever my brain pukes up.  This time, my brain ate something like this funfetti cake that my mom made me because she was so glad I got a job (I am not kidding about that part)... and started barfing rainbows instead.

This is the "I'm so glad you got a job" cake I spoke of.

And that's the whole point of this post.  To tell you that my brain may start barfing rainbows.  You're welcome.