…..when I just sat there staring at my laptop expecting the smallest hint of an idea of what to write about.

I had the whole day off from Cubeville in order to take care for some preparatory stuff for Juniorette and getting her back to school in a few weeks.  There was also some other stuff on a personal matter which needed to be taken care of too.

In the meantime, Wifey had an appointment or two which served to confirm a long standing belief I have had for some time that the process of government is about as efficiently completed by bureaucratic bags of wasted skin as it is by the turd my pit bull just strategically deposited in the backyard starter kit.

The process, of course, is cheered on by me sitting in a folding chair in front of the product with an air powered horn in one hand, and adult beverage in the other, a cooler at my feet, and red letters painted on my bare chest which abbreviate “Well That’s Fantastic”.  All the while, I’m whoopin’ and hollerin’ colorful statements which would otherwise garner me a trip to Human Resources for a discussion about the feelings of others and my pending attendance in sensitivity training.

Understand at this point, ladies and gentlemen, that I just spent the last 10 minutes rifling through images on the internet hoping to find a picture of bare chested fans at some ball game in which they had painted those three letters on their torsos.

No such luck.

It’s probably all the better though.  I have a homemade graphic which conveys the same point.

On the plus side, just by googling the term “wtf body paint” and selecting “images” provided an exciting crop of search results.

Who knew?

On a side note, it should be pretty obvious to everyone familiar with this site that there have been plenty of entries posted throughout the year 2012 (shortened by the Mayans) in an effort to fulfill the goal to post daily, where I haven’t been particularly proud or fond of the efforts put forth on given days or even weeks.

Short of the fourth paragraph and the imagery of me sitting in the yard cheering on a dog turd which metaphorically represents the efficacy of government, I would consider today’s entry to be one of those particular posts.

Cross your fingers for tomorrow, people.