Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for August 09, 2023

My train of thought frequently derails.

… Now what did I come in here for?

You forget about losing weight.

For sure!

Or losing on the ponies.

I wish working out were as easy as exercising my options, jogging my memory, skipping meetings, running late, or jumping to conclusions!

Auntie, figure that one out and you can retire from being a comic strip goddess!

I’d waste away to nothing

Aunty, your train of thought is an old worn out caboose with no engine to pull it.

My trains of thought need the occasional caboose. My mind wanders. If I forget why I came into a room, I just change thoughts.

Me too.

It’s truely not. …what?

About that..

First I would like to point out that… ummm…

Is that cake?

I’m thinking of switching to the bus of thought. I keep missing the train.

Your train of thought doesn’t have such a big fat caboose.

This sounds like my life.

bingo.

If that happened, I’d dissapear

I’ve got all my extra weight out front where I can keep an eye on it.

That way, I don’t have to worry about losing any of it.

“Runned” out of steam.