Why Did I Do That?

I swear, sometimes my brain just decides to take a vacation. One day at home, I found myself in the kitchen, staring at a brand new pack of baking soda and wondering if it could double as an art supply. Before I knew it, I’d covered the bathroom walls with a mural using this stuff. Mom was not amused, but here’s what confuses me: Why did my brain think this was a good idea? It couldn’t have been for fun, because that just looks like stripes now. So why did I do it? Maybe to prove something to myself or maybe it was just plain old boredom, but either way, it wasn't worth the yelling match.