Friday, September 21, 2012
My Dearest Blog Readers,
I attempted to write this blog post earlier in the week and I obtained the worst case of writer's block. That's what the picture is of me above. I was so frustrated that all I wanted to do was curl up in a little ball and take a nap. But alas, here I am with my second attempt. I am feeling a little better. I had a nice glass of milk and ate a few cookies. That really helps the creative juices to flow. And so I bring you, today's blog.
Today's blog: I seriously think that I am part of the 47% that Mitt Romney was talking about. I mean, shhh... I don't pay income taxes. At all. I also don't work. Do you think that has something to do with it? I heard the recap of that video on YouTube and a rush of feelings of shame washed over me. He's talking about me. He thinks poorly of me. He thinks I do not fend for myself and that I live off of the government. The big people are not the government, right? I immediately went and took a count of my belongings to see what tax ramifications I have been avoiding. I have Sheldon. But he's more of a friend than a belonging. I have my food bowls... oh wait, this is about income and not about net worth. Okay, okay. Think, think. No. No matter how hard I think... I don't have income. I don't even make anything off of writing this blog. The woman calls it a privilege. Oh my gosh!! Is that like a tax credit? Do I get fed because I write a blog post? Is that some sort of payment? No, no. I was fed before the blog came along. Phew. Okay... what else do I do that can be seen as work? Hmmmm. I get up and the man feeds me. Then I hang out with Sheldon until it's time to go outside. Then I come back inside and say good-bye to the man (the woman is already long gone). I take early morning nap. Then I read some of my book. Then I take mid morning nap. Then I hang out with Sheldon. Then the man comes home for lunch. I don't get to eat lunch. So, instead I have some water. Then the man leaves again. I take early afternoon nap, hang out with Sheldon, take mid afternoon nap, read my book and then the man comes home and we go outside. Then the woman comes home. I eat again. Then we all hang out. I usually give up evening nap to hang out with the big ones. Then bed time. Ok. See, I don't make any income. So, I don't think I am in the 47%. Woo. I still think that Mitt Romney thinks I will vote for Obama. Do you think that Obama thinks I will vote for Romney? I need to go look for my voter's registration card.
Until next time,