No Brainer


Ever have one of those weeks where you’re 2 brain cells away from comatose?

I’m talking about the kind of week where someone could say, “Listen carefully, your life depends upon it,” and all you hear  is:

“blah, blah, blah, blah, (insert your name here), blah, blah,  or we’ll all die,  blah, blah… “

Yes, one of those weeks where you know that if the fate of humanity was in your hands no one would have to worry about overpopulation.  

Forget about the carbon footprint!  The carnivores would all get fat, there would be a lot more places for little animals to get out of the rain, and a hell of a lot of fertilizer for a new generation of plants.

Ants might have a chance to become the new species to engage in world domination–if the badgers don’t fill that niche first.

Ever have one of those days where you just want to put the covers over your head and say, “zzzzzzzzzz”

When the 2 brain cells insisting on keeping me awake will agree to go to sleep, I’ll be doing just that..