Here's the 'funny' you've requested:

My inbox this morning:
"Melissa, go fuck yourself, get some therapy and stop polluting the world with your blogging."

This does not sting as being told I'm fat and ugly has in the past, nonetheless it contributes to my foul attitude.

Please don't write me to tell my blog sucks and all I am is angry and why don't I write funny things?

I'll tell you why I don't write funny things: because things just aren't all that funny to me right now.

Once you spend 4-7 hours a day scanning news feed after news feed while trying to write 5.6 posts a day, let me know how funny you feel. Because I feel funny, just not funny in a 'ha-ha' type of way. In a more "Wow, this is wearing me out" kind of way. Funny!

I don't need anyone to tell me how angry my site is and how it's fallen apart because I actually know, I'm trying to come up with ways to remedy that, but for now I'm working hard to contribute to my family's finances and things aren't funny so you'll just have to go to one of the many other funny places on the internet.

You don't even have to let me know you're gone.

Conversely, you can see our pictures from our outing to Rochester, Michigan. I grew up in a town called Birmingham, Michigan. Birmingham is about 20 minutes from Rochester. I did not know Rochester existed until my 20's when Logan sublet an apartment there.

That is the phenomenon I like to call 'The Bubble' and it is the ability of many Birminghamites to live within their town and completely forget there are other nice places outside the bubble they may like almost as much as Birmingham.