Me: “What was my stepfather’s favorite kind of cake?”
My
Mom: “Lemon cake.”
Me:
“But I thought he liked carrot cake.”
My Mom: “No, he always asked for lemon cake, but I made him carrot.”
An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
Me: “What was my stepfather’s favorite kind of cake?”
My
Mom: “Lemon cake.”
Me:
“But I thought he liked carrot cake.”
My Mom: “No, he always asked for lemon cake, but I made him carrot.”
My spousal unit made corn for dinner tonight. She gave everyone a cob except herself. I was a little suspicious about this, and my mind went to the most logical reason…she had poisoned them. But the corn looked pretty tasty, so I decided to risk it. I have to say the strychnine added a little something to it.