I Better Knock On Wood

Oh boy.

I've got nothing. And I've said it before, but really, THIS time- I've got nothing.

Except for maybe a confession. You see, usually when I've got nothing- I've got a little something. because some days I'm just a bit more bloggable than others. so i draft multiple posts. I usually start with a one sentence intro and just save whatever thought was on my mind that day. So then, I can go back at some point later (usually another day) and remember that thought and go with it.

But I have no drafts saved. I have many posts. Many posts. And nothing.

So here I am all confessed and humbled and what not about to share my day.

We were going to go to the duck pond, but Sebastian opted to just play in our front yard. I do use "front yard" loosely, but the kids seemed to enjoy themselves and that's what matters. It was great fun. I believe there was a point where all three of the boys were sitting in some sort of car and waiting to be pushed. They waited quite a while. I was impressed.

Oh, the breaks in my car are probably about to go out. I know this because I moved my car to the end of the driveway so that the boys could have more room to play outside. After we went back inside, I moved it back up and had to slam the break all the way to the floorboard, nearly ran into the garage, and actually ended up using the emergency break.

That, and I'd noticed they were getting worse for about the last year and a half. Especially when stopped at an incline and the emergency break was a necessity.

I bought break fluid in a last hope/ futile attempt that some miracle would rain down on me and my car. and my car's breaks. and every sign I have ignored for the last year and a half. Apparently, I'm the kind requiring lightning strikes for clarity.

Anyhoo, now Sebastian and I are going to watch War. or Wars. I have no idea. I know Jet Li is in it. And I know he strikes- much like lightning.