What have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?

I've been trying to log in to blog all weekend. I finally figured out how to get in through the back door.

I was going to tell you about the LONG walk I took Nuschler on yesterday morning and how he was a pooped puppy all night. He was laying across the bottom of the front door like one of those draft catchers. Too funny.

I was going to tell you about a magazine, which has a list of hot things you don't have to do in 2007. First on the list is blog all your secrets. Last is cardio pole dancing.

I was going to tell you about how I am feeling judged and therefore become judgmental, or I am judgmental and therefore feel judged. Jane, how do I get off this vicious cycle?

I was going to talk about watching Grey's and Ugly with Punky asleep on the couch opposite me. I wept during Grey's and tried to keep it quiet. And I laughed so hard during Ugly I was gripping my chest trying to stifle it. Both so, so good.

I was going to talk about how my friend's 7-year-old asked if Punky and I are having sex (they don't watch Will & Grace anymore) and her husband asked me all about kids and our possible inabilities. Goodness. Where have good manners gone?

And finally, I could talk about this nagging feeling that it is time for big change. I'll keep Punky and the pooches.

But, no, I'm now too frustrated to blog.