Crock’s Thoughts

Hmmm… 🤔 My Taste Buds are screaming, “Ooey-gooey, warm-from-the-oven chocolate chip toffee cookies!” But my Heart is gently reminding me, “We promised to go healthy in 2025—how about carrot sticks and cherry tomatoes instead?”

While Heart was trying to whisper its healthy recommendations, Taste Buds—ever the nosy ones—overheard and shot back indignantly, “Rabbit food? Do you see long ears and a fluffy tail here?!”

With a long sigh, rolling her eyes, Heart softly replied, “Yes, rabbit food. Or would you rather we end up looking like a hippopotamus by next Christmas? You have one job—taste! Meanwhile, you make our not-so-bright human increase his surface area, and I’m the one who has to work harder. Your idea of hard work is saying ‘yummy’ five times!”

“Whatever! Heart’s such a stick in the mud… I want two ooey-gooey cookies, now!” shot back Taste Buds.

“Okay, chill—both of you!” Brain interjected. “First off, I resent the whole ‘not-so-bright’ comment. It’s not my fault our human wastes my lightning-fast neuro-firing wisdom on pizza, beer, airplanes, and women. Second, let’s compromise. After all, our human always preaches moderation. So, one ooey-gooey cookie… balanced out with a generous side of carrot sticks. Deal?”

Arms crossed, Taste Buds frowned and muttered, “Fine! According to Teeth, they don’t mind the cleansing power of carrots after ooey-gooey cookies anyway. But I’m only doing it for Teeth, not Heart!”

“Taste Buds are all party and no responsibility… but fine, I’ll agree too,” Heart replied.

“But I’m not even hungry yet,” grumbled Stomach. “As usual, no one bothers to ask for my opinion.”

“Ah, hell!” sighed Brain. “Thinking about airplanes and women is so much easier than dealing with all of you!”

So, yeah… umm… I should have a snack decision by dinner. Lol!