My brain is empty this afternoon.
Nothing, I got nothing.
My son, who apparently hates anything that is in working order, stepped on and broke his lunch box this afternoon that I bought him as a gift from Cedar Point.
It's such a common occurrence, his destroying things, but this time, it's reached the point of being old and I've got nothing in my head to blog about.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll look back at this and laugh.
Doubt it.
But that's what they say, isn't it?
See you tomorrow.