Brain Dump Friday

Here we are again…Friday. I lost my voice yesterday. It’s back just enough for me to go to work today…which is good because work is ALL talking. I was really nervous about it. My medicine for this “condition” is blue. Blue medicine. I thought that was weird. If blue had a flavor, and it’s the flavor of this medicine, then blue is not tasty. Wouldn’t it be cool if colors had flavors? Of course, how would you eat a color? I guess you could eat a crayon. But those all taste the same and that’s not a good taste. I know this from experience. Not recent experience. Of course, if it were recent, I wouldn’t tell you, but it’s not. Trust me. (I’m not a politician, so you can trust me) Maybe, if all crayons taste the same, then all colors taste the same. I would be disappointed if that were the case. If they didn’t, then Orange, Green, and Purple would have to taste like a combination of the others, right? Orange couldn’t taste like oranges…it would have to be more like Strawberry-Banana, right? Green would be a Blueberry-Lemon, and Purple would be Blue-Raspberry. But…oh, forget it. This could go on for days. Do they still make blue m&m’s? I don’t know, I don’t eat m&m’s. I know that they all taste the same…people tell me about it and tease me every time I say I don’t eat red m&m’s. I don’t. Even though they all taste the same, I’m still not going to eat the red ones. I just don’t know if they still make blue. I miss the light brown ones. Did blue replace them? That would make sense. (None of this does, but that would) My email on my phone doesn’t work. This irritates me. I updated, and now things aren’t working properly. I have 174 emails to read. I don’t like reading email on the computer. I can’t think of what else isn’t working properly, but something else I use all the time isn’t working. You’d think I’d know…oh well. Cheetos make a twisted puff cheeto now. Every time I look at them, I think of a corkscrew. That makes me think of wine. I don’t think Cheetos and wine would go together. Would you eat them with red or white? Either way, probably not tasty. My son turned 17 on Wednesday. WOW! 17. hmmm. That doesn’t make me feel old, but my daughter is about to turn 14…and that makes me feel very old. Is it because she’s the baby? Is it because I loved being pregnant and I haven’t gotten to experience that for nearly 14 years? Maybe. *shrugs* 14 and 17… Do you ever find yourself not breathing? The other day, I took a breath, and it felt like I’d been holding my breath. Like that was the first one in a long time. It’s probably just me. Anyway, I’m still breathing. I think it would be terrible if someone were licking you and then you sneezed right in their face. (That just happened between the cats) He was giving her a bath and she sneezed (rather violently) in his face. He just sort of stared at her. Then she left and he took her warm spot in my Grandmother’s chair. Cats are weird. I wish I understood them, and knew what they were saying to each other. It’s a very strange dynamic. If I go by just what I see, then he’s very domineering to her and she might actually classify as abused. Maybe she’s just overly submissive. I don’t know. OH! I remember what else isn’t working on my phone. My video camera isn’t working properly. I have found that it takes the video, but it doesn’t look like it is, and there’s no way to stop it except to exit. I have a few pieces of Jessup’s orchestra concert now…but I don’t have any full videos. I haven’t been able to find help for it, so I guess I just deal with it. Also…my camera crashes. I open it and then it closes by itself, or it closes when I hit the button to take that crucial picture. (Like any picture I take is really crucial…you’ve probably seen some of them so you know, it’s not life or death) That is all.


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