The accident tragically killed 27.

The picture has nothing to do with anything, but with mobile blogging, I do because I can.

Here’s a small example of the bizzareness that is my brain. I had chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese (comfort food helps when my brain has the flu) and as I rinsed the can and put it in the recycle bin, I started thinking about recycling. This led to wondering who has to sort the material when it comes back to the waste plant, then musing who has the job of cleaning out the peanut butter jar that an inconsiderate person put in dirty. One would think this would be a hard position to keep filled, what with the disgustingness of the job description. Yet, you never look in the help wanted section and see “Recycle Stuff Cleaner Outer”. I know, because I’ve been looking for a job since May.

And that particular train of thought took about 3.7 seconds to leave the station only to horrifically derail.

Just be glad I’m alone in my head. It’s not pretty in here.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.

Author: Dory

Believer. Wife. Mom. Deaf chick. ADD-addled. Photographer. Graphic designer. Blogger. Guano whacknut. Not necessarily in that order.