I noticed that my mind was making conversation in a Irish droll – that’s when I noticed it was March.
Most would see cookware… I see an arsenal.
My Mind: What gets the lower tier, rodents?
My husband and I have been enjoying the show Colony on Netflix and it has lead to some interesting discussions – tonight’s was on weather I would fight for my survival.
After a brief stare down with Dirk he replied, “oh course you’re a fighter- what am I’m thinking.”
My Mind: This is why you never see aliens try to take over a physc ward – they would never last against us.
My Mind: oh come on – some of the silly stuff we think up can only happen because of the medicine!
I’m trying to find something good that happened today – a Monday.
My Mind: *starts singing * Another one bites the dust!
My mind: Plays classical symphony. Plays alternative song. Plays Christmas song. Plays 70’s song.
Me: Can you pick a genre and stick with it?
My mind: Plays the same song over and over and over.
Me: We played mind.
Me: Honey have you seen my mouth guard?
Dirk: Yeah, I’m wearing it.
Me: oh honey, don’t do that.
My Mind: you know where’s it’s been.