My Best Ideas
My best ideas come and the worst possible moments. Like when I am doing 50 down the road to the neighboring city. By the time I get home, I have long forgotten that grand idea. Other places my genius comes to life include: the shower, the throne, at 2 in the morning when I wake up to go...well the throne again I guess. Ryan got stung by a bee or something. He has a welt on his thumb. I peered at it, put a flashlight on it and still I couldn't see any evidence of a stinger or even a sliver or splinter. He says it hurts and won't let me touch it. Speaking of Ryan, and touching...it seems he has a problem keeping his hands to himself at school. He and a few other boys were fighting the other day (again). I asked Ryan about it. He said that "J" and "I" think he is food. I thought this very odd. I asked why they think he is food. He said they were going to eat him. My wheels began to turn a little. Sometimes they work! I asked him if they said