Ramble-on . . .a confession

So, I read Poot’s blog about reading other blogs and getting mad if there hadn’t been any posts, and I decided to post my last entry about my weekend.  Well, about halfway through writing, I started to lose interest, (Yes, I became bored with a story I was telling.) but I didn’t want to stop writing.  I wanted to finish telling about my weekend because I needed closure.  I got so bored at my like I actually just cut it short.  There was no punch line.  I felt like I was telling an Ole Man Funk story that I plan to tell my grandfunks.  I’m going to give it the average man’s version now:

 

My parents came to town.  We went to dinner, looked at our new pictures, and dad and I played a couple Taylor guitars.  Oh, yeah, my house flooded.

 

Sincerely,

 

Lawtonious Funk