Welcome, Dear Readers. Do you ever wake up in “one of those moods” where the whole world is just one big ball of bleh?
Well, this blog is officially announcing a new holiday.
National Bleh Day!
And in honor of National Bleh Day, let’s do something bleh by taking stupid pictures of the stuff on our desks. Here, I’ll get us started:
Bleh doesn’t really get any more Bleh than this. The centerpiece of this picture is the spoon I ate my cereal with. I don’t know what happened to the bowl. I think I might have accidentally eaten it. How does it fee to eat a bowl? Frankly, I don’t even remember it.
Here’s the Old-Fogey cereal that was in the bowl I ate. It’s got fiber and 80 calories so I ate four (4) bowls which probably means I ate the same amount of calories and sugar as two maple bars. Why didn’t I just eat two Maple Bars instead? Because today is National Bleh Day which I am beginning to hate already.
Here’s a notebook I’ve had in my desk drawer for probably 6 years. Just judging from this note I made myself, you can kind of see why I’m always missing appointments and why I’m not a millionaire. I start doodling half-way through every note rendering it totally useless. Frankly, that’s one of the reasons I’ve started National Bleh Day. So I can finally get some use out of all this pointless stuff I have. ( I would have turned this vertically so you could read it better, but what with it being National Bleh Day, why bother?)
How much more Bleh can this picture get? The answer is none more Bleh. I probably went to too much work for this picture as it is. Anyway, that pen is the pen I sometimes use when I need to write something with a pen. The nail polish I have on right now (see below). That’s my coffee in the background (it’s cold). And that little green block is something I bought one time. Why?
Okay, here’s what the nail polish looks like on my fingernails. I know they kind of look like my toes, but they’re not. My toes are shorter and fatter. I kind of like clear nail polish because when it chips off, you don’t really notice. But then you have to ask yourself, if you can’t tell if it’s chipped, it probably doesn’t show enough to even bother with. I don’t’ know whether to put a question mark after the above sentence because I can’t tell if it’s a question or not. See this is the kind of stuff discussed on National Bleh Day. Aren’t you glad I started National Bleh Day? No? Me neither. (Wait . . . did I just agree or disagree with myself?)
Oh hey! Here’s a piece of candy I found in my desk. It looks old. It looks like it would taste pretty Bleh. Let’s find out shall we?
Yup I was right. It does taste pretty Bleh. Probably because I think it’s been in my desk drawer since 2009. Of course, that won’t stop me from eating the whole stale piece. Why? Because that’s what people do on National Bleh Day.
And there you have it, Dear Reader, our very first celebration of National Bleh Day. I hope your day will be as bland, and mediocre and uneventful as is humanly possible on, this, our very first National Bleh Day!
Until next time . . . I love you
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