I have arguments with my own brain.

Every night before I go to bed I think of an amazing blog post and this is what happens with my brain.

One side of my brain: Tomorrow I should write about beefsteak tomatoes, and BEES! And Nacho cheese sauce! Ohh, this might just be the best Hippo Brigade post the Internets have ever seen.

Other side of my brain: You should write that down, you’re gonna forget it.

No, how could I possibly forget about bees and cheese sauce?! It’s the best post EVAH!!

Write it down.

No, leave me alone, I’m sleepy

Just jot it down

No, suck it, brain. I’m going to sleep.

Then my subconscious takes over and it’s all marshmallows, zombies, and sexcapades with Alton Brown.

There’s just something incredible sexy about a man who knows how to pickle stuff and ground his own beef. The guy knows everything about food. What’s hotter than that? You know I’m right ladies.

And the second I wake up, and wipe the crystallized drool from my chin, I think…wait, wasn’t there a post I thought of before I fell asleep?

But it’s gone.

Like dinosaurs and pudding pops.

7 thoughts on “I have arguments with my own brain.

  1. Snap! So many amazing blog posts forgotten because I couldn’t be bothered to write them down. Pulitzers could have been won with those forgotten blog posts…if they gave them to bloggers…European bloggers…

  2. I always think up the best posts after a glass or two of wine. Then I realize no one wants to read about why Tony Curtis at 75 is still sexier than George Clooney at 45.

  3. I called the 800 number on the back of a box of Jello pudding one day about 15 years ago to ask them whatever happened to the Jello Pudding Pop.

    The lady on the line basically called me a dumb ass because I was the only girl in America who didn’t figure out that they were just freezing Jello Pudding and selling it at a 500% markup.

    And then SHE hung up on ME!!

    And then I went to the dollar store and bought one of those make your own popsicle thingos and froze some pudding and I’ve been happy ever since.

    And now Jello pudding pops are back on the market, btw, because Americans must have forgotten that they were just freezing Jello Pudding and selling it at a 500% markup

  4. I am big time in deep love with Alton Brown. He seems like the kind of guy that would get up on Saturday mornings and wash your car for you–MMMMEEEOOOW.

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