I. Got. Nothing.

Unbelievable, I know.

I got nothing.

I am keeping my eyes open all day long for great blog topics.

But I got nothing.

I am thinking that perhaps morphing Justin Bieber with my dog, Rubi, might be excellent fodder for blogging.

But the resulting image is a trifle upsetting, although I do feel pretty darn good about the stripe on the forehead and the enormous right eye.

Note: It is Jubi's right eye, not the right eye from the reader's perspective. Sheesh.

But I got nothing.

So I am thinking that I can blog about the subtle variations in texture and flavor of the pinto bean and the navy bean, so named because it was a staple for seamen.

Note: I am referring to seamen, as in sailors. Sheesh.

But I got nothing.

So I am thinking that I can blog about how the last sixteen phone calls to my house (yes, I counted and that fact pretty much sums up the pathetic state of my existence, perhaps) were either from a terribly sincere politician, no, who cares about me personally, no, or were from my Dad.

But I got nothing.

But actually, that's something! I've got a dog that's way cuter than Justin Bieber and I've got navy bean soup cooking with a big old hambone and I've got politicians who really care about me.

Well, at least I've got my Dad!

Heck, yes!