Me: Uncle. I can’t finish NaBloPoMo.
B: You have to.
B: Sit down and write right now.
Me: I don’t have anything to say. NOTHING. I am a blank slate of nothingness.
B: Talk about . . . what you did today.
Me: I didn’t do anything.
B: Really? Nothing at all?
Me: Can’t you say something funny?
B: I’m sure I have.
Me: You haven’t. Not one funny thing all day. I called you once and you told me that someone got killed on your jobsite. That is the opposite of funny.
B: Well, I’m sorry I SHARE MY LIFE WITH YOU.
Me: Stop it.
B: You stop it.
Me: I am posting this conversation, word for word.
B: You really didn’t do anything today, did you?