I can only speak for myself, but I am getting a little cuckoo for cocoa puffs. Yesterday, I was chatting with Bryce while he was fixing his lunch, and I was getting a bowl of strawberries. I started putting my fruit in a bowl and he kept saying, “That’s my bowl”. I thought he was being funny, but I really did take his bowl that he was getting ready to use. See? Crazy. Or maybe I am distracted by the Murder Hornet. Jesus.
Now, we have to choose which one is more horrifying. Maybe those people who bulked up on toilet paper knew there would be a time where we couldn’t leave our homes because an angry hornet is going to kill us. I am just glad I didn’t get those masks that had honey bees on them. Talk about a moving target.
Have you seen a picture of them? Well, I have and they look very angry. Like completely pissed off at the world. Were they quarantined for two months and couldn’t hang out with their friends? Oh, wait. That’s not the hornet, that’s me. Anyway, I feel like anytime I think things can’t get any stranger, the universe says, “Hold my beer”. I can’t keep up with the weirdness.
I suppose it is nice to have a change of subject instead of obsessing over the progress of COVID-19. But, I would have preferred something less horrifying. Seriously. What’s next? Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know. I think I will just sit over here in my little bubble and pretend that this is just a really bad reality show.