- In the morning she pulled a penguin shaped pot holder out of her purse (no clue why she was carrying it around with her)
- In the afternoon she said, "Time for chicken trucks" repeatedly at increasing decibles, I assume hoping for a response.
Sometimes, it helps me to understand her if I picture her mind like a giant iPod that she keeps mostly set to shuffle. Often, I think that the mix works for her, but occasionally it's truly odd.
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