I keep telling you I'm not a pilot!

I've decided that the mood around this place is too much of a bummer and I need to turn up the funny. In my defense, though, it's hard to be funny when you're surrounded by short dudes in a bad mood all the time. I can't think of a topic right now, though, and I also don't have the time to write something, so I'm going to bump one of the first things I wrote here (it's below). Actually, it's kind of the reason I started this blog, it had been rolling around in my head for a long time and I needed to get it out somewhere. And here we are.

However, the first person who can tell me what the next line is after the subject line of this post will win a prize, to be determined by me at a later date, but it will be something. It won't necessarily be anything good, but it will be something. Hubs, you're not allowed to play because that's like asking you what my name is, and you get that one right almost all the time. So, put your guesses in the comments, and no googling!! I'll know! No, I won't know... or will I? I won't. Yes I will!

Think about it.

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