Think, think, think....

I sat down to write this morning and got interrupted.
I sat down to write this afternoon and now I feel like Pooh... the tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff kind of Pooh, not the other stuff.

Anyways, I'm sitting here kind of like Pooh, tapping his head saying "Think, think, think..." and nothing's coming.
Nothing but it's a beautiful day,
I had a lovely lunch with a friend earlier today,
the snow is almost completely gone,
the robins and cardinals are singing in the morning,
the car needs to get washed,
I still haven't read the paper from this morning,
I sure hope the Canadiens can turn it around because they look really pathetic lately,
I think I made my mom really happy by booking a flight to see her for her birthday,
I haven't been to a really good concert in a long time,
I can't believe it's already 4:10,
I miss a whole bunch of my women friends and am sad that there won't be a girls only vacation this spring,
I should get up and finish the laundry....

Nope, nothing's coming but the image of that willy, nilly, silly old bear.