I have already admitted to you that I am a little bit out there when it comes to the way I think, so anything you read in this blog should come as no surprise. Right? I see that a few of you are still withholding your opinions. That’s okay.
Today I tried to explain to one of my co-workers the correlation between tablecloth and caber toss. He didn’t understand. (If any of my children are reading this, they will know exactly what I am talking about.) The poor young man, one whom I thought would be chock-full of imagination, looked at me with a perfectly blank stare. Don’t you get it? I asked him. He shook his head. Meanwhile, another co-worker stepped up to help me out. She had no trouble with the concept. See.
Yesterday, yet another co-worker rendered his explanation of time travel. Don’t you get it? He asked me. I nodded enthusiastically, because what he said made total sense. At least, to me.
It’s along the same lines as the people who live in the trees, but not quite. (This is the point where my children throw up their hands and walk away. Even they aren’t that accepting of their mother’s rather bizarre thought processes.)
What’s the moral of this blog post? Hmm. Not sure there is one. Oh wait! Maybe there is.
Sometimes you have to look beyond what you know to be normal because after all, what is normal to you may not be normal to someone else.
Don’t you get it?
Inside the Writer 
Wendy, what are you doing up at 5:04 am writing brainteaser blog posts? Has it come to that? You don’t have time to sleep anymore?
Yes, Rick, it’s come to that! Actually, I had to be at work by 6:00 this morning so I wrote the blog last night.
My daughter always says, “You better keep that one to yourself, Mom. Everybody already thinks you’re weird.”
I’ve heard that before!