I was all set to write a post about how I am slightly obsessed with the scale. Then I thought to myself, “Self, who really wants to read a post about my obsession with the scale?” So I deleted, then I called my sister.

My sister is a huge 49er fan, and the game is on now. They are winning, going into the half, so I figured it was okay to call her. Yeah. It was not okay to call her because she is recording the game to watch later when her husband comes home. Of course I figured this out after I told her “I figured it was safe to call since you guys are winning and it’s halftime.”

My NY GIANTS play today. They play Seattle. I live in Seattle. This should be good, and by good I mean not really. I already have the perfect Facebook status to post assuming my GIANTS will pull out a miracle and beat the Hawks, but come on, that is not likely to happen. As my dad said, “Parting the Red Sea would be an easier task.”

I should be cleaning instead of writing a post about nothing. Actually, I should finish with my Christmas decorations. Yes, I already started my Christmas decorations. It’s my favorite time of year that just flies by in the blink of an eye so why not enjoy it while I can?

The other day I read an article about writing. It said that “writers” should write every day. Even if you have nothing to say, write, write, write. That brings us to this post about nothing. Clearly, I have nothing of great importance to say. I am in the process of writing a book, and by “in the process” I mean, I have about two sentences down on paper. So I blog. Blogging about nothing. Lucky you dear reader.

Well, I will sign off now, and try to get some real work done.

Also, is it too early for Vodka?