Now What?

It’s the start of a New Year but I feel like a tired old blogger whose muse packed up and left for someone younger and fresher: WordPress has deserted me.  2011 is over, so no more daft prompts; no weekly photo challenge.  They did offer one of those 365-day challenges where you post a photo or write about the same thing every day for a whole year but, as I post a joke a day, I don’t feel the need to participate.

So what do I write about?  I’ve done interesting dates to death.  I think you’ve had enough of my life-threatening cold.  Christmas will be packed away today.  I’m too much in love with Edward, Bella and Jake to write sensibly about Twilight.  The CoWAbunger was fun for a while but you readers aren’t wild about it, and neither am I.  Today I’ve written about how I’ve nothing to write about, but I think you’d soon get bored with that.

My particular brand of humour works best when an outside source sparks a random train of thought, which is how I accidentally hit on a possible new meme: the birthday post.  Belle of the Carnival started it when she commented on a date post that she wouldn’t mind her birth date being written up; several others followed suit, yesterday’s Deb post being the first chronologically.  I have two others scheduled for later in the year.

So how about it?  If you want me to dedicate a post to your birthday, leave a comment below with some interesting details, or email via thelaughinghousewife@googlemail.com

That takes care of ten posts, I estimate; but then what?

Suggestions on a virtual postcard, please.

Joke 284

The butcher backed up into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.

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