RTT: I got nothin'. Nothin' but beautiful days and juvenile daydreams.

I am suffering from major writer's block. All this damnable happiness has left me with nothing to bitch about! My whole blog is blown until something craptastic comes along, I guess.

Because this isn't crap:

This is an adorable family of deer, complete with a spotted Bambi fawn, that were in my back yard yesterday.

Awwwww. Aren't they adorable? Just hanging out and drinking from the pond. They all looked up when my camera's shutter released, like they were posing for me or something.



This could've been a great story:
But those little rascals had to go and act all mature and NOT jump through this mother-of-all-rain puddles. They waded through, nice as pie, and didn't get a drop of water in their wellies (oops, just caught myself almost writing "boots": Lord, am I sick of ALL three boys correcting me every time I say it. "It's Wellies, Mawwwwm."). Not one little drop. These children could not be mine, it just isn't like them at all!

These scream-y kids are definitely mine, though:

But what about this:

I'm just driving along and there's this gorgeous Autumn scene going on all around me that is straight out of some romantic movie... so I pull over and take the photo through my car window. I didn't even have to get out of the car, people.

And certainly I don't need to remind anyone of this, this ongoing low-light filtering through trees onto the greenest of grasses thing:


So you may be wondering what do I think about during all these lovely walks and blessed family time? I can't be walking around with the thoughts "Oh,I'm so lucky! Isn't that lovely! Look: a photo op!" on a constant loop, after all....

So, here is my dirty little secret that ties to my guiltiest of pleasures:

That's right. I am daydreaming about The X-Factor. Why? (You may ask with a bemused or incredulous tone in your voice.) Because X-Factor, unlike those age-ists in the US that run American Idol, does not have an age limit for contestants.

:)

I'm a star, dammit.

And I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille....







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