Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I think my favorite part of the alphablog is trying to come up with a good word. It's a hilarious look into my brain that I always want to share, but try to limit to just once or twice per letter. Today my brain is going like this. R...R....R....Regis and Kelly? Rancid, Republican, riki tiki tavi, regina specktor, religion, retribution, relinquish, rehab, rocks, rocky road, rocky mountain, relish (mmmm, veggie dog), rock steady. Finally, I must conclude that no R word is going to jump up and grab my attention. But look at that list. I think a therapist could go to town there!!! Oh, now I am thinking of R Kelly and that makes me think, once again, of WINGO. The guys tells an R Kelly joke every time he pulls an I-30. Isn't it tidy when everything in life comes back to Wingo? Don't you wish you had such a nice wrap up? But, back to my nothing to say. Repertoire...if I had one of those, I could just pull some stock piece of genius from it that would make you weep from the beauty of it all. Maybe I will put a bunch of words in a hat and whatever I pull out I will make myself write something amazing about. Or something mediocre. Mundane? Mercilessly boring? WAIT! I am doing R's. Stupid bossy M. Raise your hand if you are thinking to yourself, "self, I think Julie is drunk blogging again." Now put your hands down, you rapscallion. I am sober as a church mouse. And not a Catholic church mouse who got into the wine either! A baptist one who lives in Footloose town. Yeah, that's right. A footloose baptist church mouse. On that note of mental Racket. I guess I will let you alone. Maybe something great will occur to me later, but until that time, in the words of Oprah, "Until we meet again."