Dessert for the Brain

Anyone who knows me, knows how much I appreciate a good laugh. To have someone willingly jump in on a train of thought that is equally as entertaining as it is of no life importance whatsoever or to see something that is so adorably unfortunate or interestingly peculiar that it pulls your scattered thoughts to a singular focus can propel a week. Stepping back today, I just realized that these lasts couple weeks have been full of those moments and what an incredible gift it has been. I have watched someone go out of their way to park their pricey motorcycle far away from all the cars as to not risk anyone breathing on, no less dinging, their bike, only to lay it down when dismounting. I have watched a bird in the grass, perfect grass manicured by overpaid gardeners on retainer, and wondered as it squatted down and then back up again if birds did both number 1 and number 2. I have sat and had a brother-in-law and sister know off hand the answer to the question. I have learned that you should not watch nature specials with people who have gone through advanced animal biology. I have hashed out the likelihood of passing out when being boiled by oil and what is the line you draw with comas. None easy answers to find. I started by thanking someone for a diet coke that culminated in her calling me a mobster, me suggesting Dick Tracy and then deciding it wouldn't work as it was too long and calling me Dick would just be awkward. I have someone playing along in a game borne of me paying for an ice cream and them refusing to take the dollar, which I then taped to the outside of their window and has now migrated into a back and forth of dollar hiding until the ultimate winner finds the spot in plain sight that eludes the discovery of the other player. The downfall of this particular competition is that we don't mention when the dollar has been found or replaced which led to a panicked office search at 5:30, standing on my office chair, threatening the person walking by to not say a thing and then finding out that the dollar hadn't even been hid yet because it was still on her desk. It has been decided that living in a solely self-sustaining fashion is doable when you think food but gets tricky when you move on to clothing. Anyone here a good teacher on how to weave cotton cloth? And of course there is the standard summer debate of whether it is worse to be too hot or too cold. Most people go with cold, but I quickly persuade them otherwise. It is simple. You can always put more on but can only take so much off. All of our plates are so full. Not enough hours at work. Not enough hours at home. What would we do without a world full of ridiculousness and people who will discuss the finer points of moon walking and plant care simultaneously? Those five minutes here and there are priceless. In fact, one might just say that they rock.