A minivan thought

I was in the van heading home tonight. And I thought of something absolutely brilliant! without further ado:  the correct way to MOUNT A HORSE:

• stand side-to-side with the horse
• both facing the same way (forward)
• cross your legs like a peepee dance.
• The leg that is now CLOSEST to the horse is the one that goes in the closest stirrup.

I tell you - is that not brilliant?!?!

Do I live anywhere near a horse? No. A stable, farm maybe? No, no. Do I like horses or horseback riding? Nope.

But you see - there’s a reason I thought of this brilliant bit of mounting instruction. Because I’m a spaghetti brain. Now this will all make sense in a moment. A spaghetti brain, you know. The kind where there’s lots of thoughts all going in different directions all at the same time. And you know where I’m going with this don’t you? Yup. Men are waffle brains. They got squares of thought. And there are walls around that square - nothing messes with that thought. There is one thought. And that thought doesn’t cross any other thought topic. And some squares? They’re empty. Yup. E. M. P. T. Y. Nothin’. Notta. So when you ask, “what are thinking?” and they say, “nothing”. It is THE strangest thing - they MEAN it!!!!

So that’s why I came up with this brilliant bit of horse-mounting instruction. It was like a gift that popped into my head. And you think God doesn’t give good gifts!