I was on the phone with my mother late last night, and she said, “I noticed you stopped blogging.”

To that, I was like, “Geez, Mom, I just didn’t write yesterday. Work is very busy, and I had a completely non-eventful weekend.”

“You didn’t do anything at all this weekend?”

“It was a wash. I mean, except for the small party my neighbors threw, for which I made that awesome corn on the cob with the lime butter, and then I finished reading that book about what would happen to the world if people disappeared, I cleaned the house from top to bottom, I saw “The Simpsons Movie” with Birmingham (worth the price of admission, BTW,) met with Birmingham’s friends and stayed up all night playing cards, and had some diner brunch and then some alone time with Birmingham followed by some alone time with me to rest my swollen knee (taking back all the nice things I said about Nike+iPod, it causes you to run to hard,) and went to Tucker & Flick’s place to play geeky board games, and on the way out seriously injured my knee (the hurt one) on the corner of The Dutchess of Kickball’s SUV. Oh, and I finished reading the galley of the Steve Martin autobiography.”

“So are you going to go back to work on Saturdays again?”

“Well SOMETHING has to break the monotony of my weekends, and then maybe I’ll have something to write about again.