Things that make ya go hmm

I've been in deep thought all week about the article I'm writing for the Dallas Voice on the ex-gay conference Angela and I went to last weekend, so I'm ready for a break. My brain almost exploded a couple of times on Wednesday and once yesterday but I survived, mostly because I felt it coming and quickly tuned in to the Food Network to watch Paula Deen lather things with mayonnaise and butter. That helped immensely. I love me some Paula Deen! Her ability to infuse a monster southern drawl into some sour cream muffins makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I don't know how she makes muffins actually say "ya all" but it's a great outlet for writer's cramp.

So no deep thoughts this weekend. My brain has a mind of its own so I doubt that will happen, but I can try to keep things light.

I've been thinking a lot about the automatic air freshener in the women's bathroom here at work. Is it on a timer that makes it squirt out lavendar at regular intervals, or does it work on an as-needed basis? It squirts at me a lot and I'm wondering if the CK One suddenly isn't doing its job, or if I just have impeccable timing. Hmm.

Okay, so I can't stop pondering, but at least it's about nonsense.