Why? Why? Why?

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Michelle has the week off school and so we decided to try that time honored tradition: The family vacation. For the first time since we began our family, our schedule was dictated by school and not our own planning.

Like a bolt from the blue

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I mention that now because I think I need an excuse, or perhaps it is psychology.There’s a psychological condition, at least on TV, where the brain manages to take anomalous or unacceptable information and twist it around inside our brain to make it more palatable.That must be what happened.Tonight, my wife was reading my blog posts…. The other reason is because she’s so wonderful, I never actually have anything bad to say about her.)Anyway, after reading my post about pasture cakes she said, “I’m embarrassed by my people.”“I mean, who would think about putting grass inside a cake and eating it?”And then it hit me.Somehow, despite everything I wrote and mocked about pasture cakes, my brain, in an effort no doubt to save what’s left of my sanity, had somehow actually blocked comprehension that people were actually eating lawn grass.