I knew the Jimmy Carter post was in trouble of being sent to the "draft forever"pile because as I got about halfway through it I started finding crumbs on my desk and tasting them to see if I could figure out what they were, and that kind of Genius Detective Work, I normally save for after I've posted because it requires a lot of concentration so the fact I was starting early means Jimmy Carter sucks. And I found banana cake and Cool Ranch Doritoes and what may or may not have been a snickerdoodle crumb and then I realized my diet may not be going so well, and then I realized I was never on a diet in the first place because my naturally high metabolism keeps me slender and I have six pack abs all over my body even on the inside so as you can see a little banana cake isn't going to hurt me at all. And then I found something brown and I have a pretty strict rule about taste testing brown things and I sniffed it because brown is a very untrustworthy color and the only good thing it might be is chocolate. And all the bad things it might be are pretty much anything else. It didn't smell like chocolate so I made The Boy test it. It was chocolate, lucky for me. I would hate to have to visit the emergency room with that kid again. The nurses are getting suspicious.
And then I started listening to music instead of writing about Jimmy Carter and that's another bad sign because I'm pretty much instantly distracted as soon as a song I know is on, and now this post is starting to bore me too because I just closed my eyes when I typed that last bit and instead of "song" I typed "dong" and I didn't even laugh so maybe it's time to retire for the morning. As soon as "dong" isn't funny, it's nap time. That's in the Bill of Rights I think.