Geez, I hate it when I put something down for just a moment and then the next time you turn around to pick it up, it’s not where you thought you left it! It seems my brain has gone missing again. I’d offer a reward for its safe return, but I don’t think it’s really worth all that much. I suppose there’s more sentimental value attached to it, which is why I really want to get it back.
Today’s Ponderous Question(s):
If a chicken and a half can lay an egg and a half in a day and a half, how long would it take a grasshopper with a wooden leg to kick the seeds out of a dill pickle? Are we having fun yet?
