I think I've lost my funny.
I don’t know where it went – maybe it can be found through some sort of advanced mathematical equation that draws a correlation between the amount of time since I’ve seen a new Office episode and my joke ratio. Or maybe I just left my funny at the store.
Just a week or so ago Mr. Dub told me that I’d been extraordinarily witty as of late. And he’s a very reluctant laugher so that means a lot to me. (And let that serve as a warning to those of you who've never met Mr. Dub. Bring out your big guns!)
But like that, it vanished.
My posts have been so dry recently. So boring. So unfunny.
And I try as I might, I can’t think of anything funny to say today.
I’ve conjured up all sorts of hilarious images – monkeys giving manicures, John Goodman wearing a halter, my sixth grade school picture. But none of it is inspiring me.
So I guess I’ll have to settle for something serious.
Like, STDs are real, people!
Or, save the whales! (Or have they been saved by now? I keep meaning to find out.)
Or, save my funny!
Now, that’s a real cause.
