Famous and a One-Eyed Bunny

In my desire to write a post, it occurs to me I have absolutely nothing to say.  Am I blogged out?

For argument's sake, let's pretend I'm someone famous.  Anyone.  It's your choice, any realm of notoriety will do.  The Arts, sciences, politics.  Humor me, I'm in a mood.  Maybe it has something to do with being home during the bathroom renovations; there's only so much electric sawing and blaring music one can put up with.  There's a giant chocolate one-eyed bunny in the pantry my kids gave their father and I could just go in there and eat it's head off.

Anyway, if I were famous anything I blogged about would most likely be of interest, you would presumably hang on every word.  Right? You'd go out and buy the latest snack chip I post about, which for me would be, Terra Exotic Harvest Sweet Onion, which is delicious, but I digress.

Let's just say I was Harry Connick, Jr., Keith Urban, Jennifer Lopez, (yes, I do watch American Idol), Ina Garten, Barbra Streisand, Brian Williams or Jenna Bush Hager, well, you get the idea. You might want to go out and buy those exotic chips, or perhaps a one-eyed chocolate bunny and eat it's head off?  Wouldn't that sound intriguing?

Anyway, just a thought.  Maybe no one will notice if an ear is missing.