Wheat Has Made Mush Of My Brain?

Today I noticed one of the search terms on my sitemeter stats (which went down for about five minutes today but it was a very long five minutes—I thought I was going to have to blog about it which would have been tres de trop) was “wheat I say to my mother in anniversary’s mother birthday” . I hope he/she figures it out and that the answer doesn’t involve any further attempt at spelling or correct grammar usage because (as I eventually deduced) this person meant to use the word “what” not “wheat”. As do I, making my question, What Has Made Mush of My Brain? Because, clearly, something has.

Here’s the evidence:

I thought it was pack meeting for the Little Guy last night but it wasn’t.

I thought the movie night at the school was last week and boy was the Little Guy upset when it wasn’t.

Last night, I indulged in some wheat, thinking I had until the end of the month to get rid of any extra bloating (caused by the wheat) before seeing my beloved extended family on Turkey Day. And I do—only I was thinking it was four weeks until then. But it wasn’t.

Which brings me back to my actual intended question "What has made mush of my brain?" I wish I knew. I do know that it isn’t any of you, especially the ones who left such neato terrific comments on my last blog post. For which I am very grateful.