This has never been said about me. Well, once, when my father told me I had diarrhea of the mouth. But I was only 9 at the time. Since then, everyone says I am quiet and I don't talk much. Except my best friend. I guess we do get chatty, but she does most of the talking. My husband makes a joke of it and tells me to shut up all the time. I don't know why I keep things inside. Maybe I think most people would think I was an idiot if I were to let loose with the ramblings of my twisted brain. I tend to think things are funny in a way that most people might think is really off. WAY off. Another reason I might keep quiet is because I really enjoy just taking in what is around me. I love to soak in the details of the scenery as I ride along in a car, for instance. My mind goes to so many places when I do this. I think this drives my husband crazy. Now, as I think about it, I must be a really boring companion.
The point of all of this rambling is to let you know that that is what I am going to be doing here. Rambling. Maybe some of what is inside me will get out and maybe you will find me a really boring companion...or not. You decide.