Ever get the feeling that you just left the other person about a mile back in the conversation you're having with them, even though to you, your line of thinking is a logical progression?
I'm fairly certain I've blogged about this before, but so what? :)
I don't think in words (at least most of the time), which isn't a big deal with writing. I have the chance to write slowly, to revise, to make my thoughts and the words on the page match. With speaking, though, I tend to keep things to a minimum. That leads to some interesting gaps at times, as it turns out.
As a courtesy to DH, I try to spin these thoughts out for him when he starts giving me that Look.
The term "cat-frogging" came about because of one such incident.
Here's another, more recent one. We were in the grocery store, trying to find these wheat crackers little one likes a lot. All we could find was the plain "white" variety. DH remarked that we might as well get saltines if that's what we were stuck with.
"I wonder how difficult that would be," I mused.
"How difficult it would be to get saltines? Um, hon, they're right here," he said.
"No, setting up a tank for starfish."
I got the Look. Here's my thinking:
I had a professor in college who used to eat saltines as her go-to snack. Sometimes she ate them with tuna salad on top. (It used to stink on her breath - I hated going to a conference with her around mealtime!) The only brand of tuna I know of is Starkist. Tuna fish...Starkist...starfish. I like starfish, and we used to have fish, so I wondered how difficult it would be to set up a tank for starfish (speculation only; I don't have time to maintain a saltwater tank right now!).
See? Perfectly logical. Granted, that was one of the shorter, less obscure cat-frog instances I can recall.
This is normal, right? Or am I really that weird? :-p



