This morning, 1 o'clock a.m. to be exact, I found myself in the kitchen. No idea why, I just walked myself on over and then stood there looking. What the heck for, I have absolutely no idea. While I was standing there dumbfounded at how I even got there, two friends immediately came to mind; Debbie and Bunny. Reason being, these two long time friends (I no longer use the term "old friends"), recently expressed their inability to sleep at night. Both admit they've been exposed to that dreadful, incurable plague "Midnight Munchie Syndrome". While it's yet to be determined how one contacts such a plague, we do know that it attacks the body and mind around the same time as pre-menopausal symptoms hit. As I stood there thinking I was suddenly hit with the image of those walking bodies in "Night of the Living Dead" except in our case, we're not looking to munch on bone....(oh, yuck! I can't believe I said it) we're looking food, or whatever we can sink our chops into.
(I especially like the picture of the dead to the far right. Is it a man, woman, he-she, what? Looks like a skirt and breasts but it also looks like it has a moustache. Of course hair does continue to grow after you die OR hit menopause!)