Being me

It's Wednesday. Wednesdays seem to be the days that my creative juices cease flowing. For some reason I rarely find myself contemplating anything more interesting than shoelaces. Must be the middle of the week blahs.
So I can't think of anything to write today.
Do you want to know what I had for lunch? Probably not.
What was in the last load of laundry I did? Shocking! I'll never tell.
Are my shoelaces tied? See? I told you. Shoelaces.
I dreamed last night that it was Christmas time and I blew out the electricity in our house by plugging in one too many strands of Christmas lights and then turning on this little Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer figurine set. (I really do have one of those.)
Let's see.... what else? What else?
My deodorant stick is broken. I can't turn the dial at the bottom with my fingers. I have to get a pair of tweezers and turn it with them. It's irritating. The things I go through to smell light and fresh.
I wish I had a puppy. I always wish I had a puppy. Puppies are amazing. And cute and cuddly. And I don't care what John Cleese says; you shouldn't eat dogs, adult or otherwise. He actually caused me to doubt my love of all things Python for 3/5 of a second.
Meh.
I think I'm done rambling now.
Know any good jokes about shoelaces for next Wednesday?