My wife made me a marble cake…
But I mistook it for a granite cake.
That joke exemplifies how I feel about blogging. If there is something humorous to write about, I kill it with poor delivery.
But that’s why they call it a “blog,” I guess. (In Latin, “blog” means “a pile of steaming chicken poop, but we see that you made an effort, so good job nit wit” Latin is laden with insults, which is why Latinas now speak Spanish instead of Latin. true story.)