I think they may actually be sick of us at the zoo, so...
We're going out to pick some berries. In theory to bring home and have the Ogre make into delicious pies, jams, and well, other things that are too complex for me. Luckily, besides just having U-pick (and gorge yourself) they also have pre-picked boxes.
My brain is also trying to turn on me. It took me until I was 26 to discover that my thing was knitting. Yesterday, I woke up to my brain saying "I gotta go golfing." I don't golf, I don't need a new, money spending, 'ooh, the golf store is going out of business I need new clubs' hobby. The extra weird part was that it was in Christopher Walken's voice. From the Saturday Night Live skit I gotta have more cowbell.
Very bad sign. I am either possessed by Christopher Walken, who really wants to golf, or I am telepathically picking up the thoughts of the people driving by our house. Really, as far as developing a power goes, I'd much rather have the power to levitate, or teleport, or, well, even hair with body.
Then to finish the day, as I was falling asleep, I thought, "I should sew something."
Also, go read Detroit Leaning, then report back here and see if you can figure out our 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon. No Cheating Marty.