I think I figured it out

I've come to the conclusion that the main reason I haven't blogged much in the last six weeks is that my sense of humor is gone, perhaps on vacation. Apparently my sense of humor left a Post-It note on the door when it left (right before the wedding) but the glue wasn't tacky enough and the "Adios" note fell down leaving me clueless as to my humor's absence. Once I realized that it was gone the other day, I also realized that I have no idea where it went, or when it's coming back. That's mildly irritating.

Because of my missing sense of humor, I'm having a hard time finding the simple humor, sarcasm, wit, and giggle-worthiness that I usually find in any given day. I want to write something, but everything that comes to mind is dour and gray. I don't like reading gloomy blogs, so I don't want to be responsible for creating them. But the end result is that I'm having a tough time enjoying and conveying via blog the absurdity and ridiculousness that surrounds me every day.

So I'm actively looking for my sense of humor. I've left a few voicemails with my integrity and work ethic. Haven't heard back yet. Not promising signs for either one. I've considered going with an external force. I may have to call on the Royal Canadian Mounted Police because, let's face it, I love the Mounties. (And it sounds much, much cooler than the Hennepin County Sheriff's Office.) So join me in singing "O, Canada" and hoping for a quick return from my sense of humor.

It had better come back with a tan and a helluva story.