Nothin' Big

Sallied to Scottsdale yesterday with nothing much to show for my effort. You know how I hate driving any where out of my comfort zone, which is pretty small. I'm not sure Scottsdale was the place to go if one is bordering on depression. I thought a dose of Anthropologie would cheer me up, but there was nothing I could talk myself into. I did see a new Bentley parked outside one store. It was quite purty though not exactly my favorite car. You just don't see 'em that often around here. It looked a little like an old-style Lincoln town car only sleeker.

I did buy the poster I showed on my blog about the bird, happy, and French fries...got it on etsy.com. Thought that might cheer me. It's worth a try.

The Gunman had his shots yesterday and was sick and awake all night. Poor little bruiser. He's such a trooper. I miss his warm snuggliness, but maybe when he feels better and sleeps more consistently. I hate seeing my grands when they are puny.

So, as you can see, I'm without subject matter and a glimmer of inspiration for a post. It never stopped me before, and by golly I will not let it slow me down in 2011. Just plow on and pretend that you're interesting and I'm sure that the actual trait will manifest itself...Isn't there some kind of acting theory like assume the position and the emotion will follow--or some loose translation of that?