|A rare moment of solitude.|
Okay, so the thing is, my son is not the only chatty person in our family. He got the amazing hair from his dad but he *might* have inherited the chattiness from me. I too love to chat. Life is interesting and I like to hear what other people have to say about it. It's entirely possible that I too was frequently reprimanded for talking in school and after-school sports and girl scouts and, well, you get the picture.
The point, I've come to it at last, is that here on my blog I've finally found a place to channel all that chatty energy. I can go visit other people's blogs and read what they have to say (and comment). I can tell you my thoughts, each and every one of them. You can tell me your thoughts, each and every one of them. It's chatty heaven!! Sometimes I worry I might run out of things to say, but then I remind myself I'm going to be forty in September, and so far I've never been haunted by a loss for words.