I’m not feeling very creative right now, so I thought I’d share some random thoughts. Ready?

• The doctor in the sleep number bed commercial (I’m not just a back surgeon, I’m also a back patient; or whatever he says) absolutely creeps me out. No way he’d touch me or my back.

• Summer kind of bites when you can’t be in the sun. I get a rash. I get stinging pin pricks of pain. I get flu-like symptoms. So I watch everyone outside from the inside. I can’t decide if this is entirely bad because it’s freaking hot out there this year.

• Now that my car has been stolen I will have to do something everyone dreads: deal with car sales people to purchase a new one. That really sucks. The last time we bought a car (the beloved turbo mini van) Aaron was quite entertaining. He was little. Now he just talks too much. Maybe that would get us in and out quickly.

• I really really want a piece of birthday cake. With vanilla ice cream.

• I am much less creative when I have a kid around non-stop. Which is why this summer has been spent sleeping, surfing, and…

• My husband can still make me laugh a lot.

• My BFF Kelly makes me laugh a lot too.

• I have a new writer crush. His name is Drew Magary. Isn’t that a perfect name?! I’ll let you know why soon.

• I’m trying to decide if I can be politically alert and reach a higher consciousness. I’m starting to think it can’t happen because reading articles about politics (anyone see Michele Bachman accusing a Clinton staffer of being a Muslim infiltrator? ::palmslap::) makes me scream “fuck” out loud and in my head. Kinds ruins the Zen…

• I say “fuck” too much. And I’ve cut back. I gotta work on that…