I'm supposed to be blogging right now, but instead, I'm whining about having to blog.

First, I perched on the back of (Community Editor) Lynnellen's chair. This is common practice in the newsroom. We sit back-to-back, and I'm in the habit of draping myself over the back of her chair and whining about work or my husband.

"What am I going to blog about?"

"You're blogging?" she asked in surprise.

Yeah, thanks, Lynnellen. I don't totally ignore blogging. I do it once a month ... mostly.

I called my husband. Someone answered, and all I could hear was "bleep-bleep-bleep!"

"HELLO?"

"Um," my husband grunted.

"HELLO?"

"What?" he growled. (My kids had a snow day, and my husband was off today. He gets an ungodly amount of vacation days.)

"I need a topic for a blog."

"Bleep-bleep-bleep!"

"WHAT?"

"I SAID I NEED A TOPIC FOR MY BLOG!"

"Bleep-bleep-bleep-ching-ching!"

"I dunno," he said. "You're the writer."

"Bleeeeeeeeeep!"

"What are you doing?"

"Playing Mario Brothers." Oh, so he heard me that time, did he?

I got off the phone.

"Hey, (Managing Editor) Craig?"

"Huh." (What is it with guys and there nonverbal vocalizations?)

"I need a topic for my blog."

"I thought you had a topic."  You see how much attention I am paid in this newsroom?

Lynnellen muttered something about Fat Tuesday.

It's hopeless, I tell you, hopeless!