Five days of blissful retreat in the shadows of the mountains. Five days. Five day to gather inspiration like gathering armfuls of blossoms of blue. The towering peaks, the breathtaking lakes, the stunning sites. Inspiration came. Inspiration germinated. Inspiration amplified through my brain like a gosh-awful Jonus Brothers ring tone in an empty grocery store.
As we pulled into the driveway, I finally realized what it was that I would be writing about today...
The McDonalds Playland rules.
That's it. That's what I came up with. 5 days; glorious mountains - McDoanld's Playland rules. Ugh.
I don't believe that I should even be writing a blog any longer. I am a shoddy blogger. I am a "shod-blog", a "shlobber". MaybeI should just quit now while I am ahead - pull a Seinfeld, but without the awful final and the horrible credit card commercials.
I guess that I could still poke fun of the McDonalds Playland rules, but what would be the point? I suppose inspiration has failed me. Those "blossoms of blue" turned out to be "blossoms of crap". Maybe they were still blossoms, but they were made out of crap. I have run it through my head time and time again, and there just is no comedy in the McDonalds Playground to be found. It's dull, bland, uninteresting and flat - kinda like taking a BYU coed on a date to the BYU creamery.
I am ashamed in my blogging ability. I've lost it. Five days in the mountains and I don't have a single thing to provide my readers. I am a blogging loser... a blooser.
I apologize to you all. Inspiration failed me. I am hoping for a swifty return. (I had even gathered the armfuls the whole meadow over, to no avail.)