Why?

Why is it that when I think of something I want to blog about I am always in the car driving? Or lying in bed at night, wide awake?

Why is it that I can't win the lottery? (Well, I guess you actually have to play the lottery to win it -- but hubby does enough of that for both of us.)

Why is it that every time I think I've got the nerve to do something I was scared to do, I lose my nerve?

Why is it that everytime I try to be funny, I'm not?


Well, I could probably go on and on, but I won't...at least not now anyway.