An Explanation

The other day Jed and I were asking each other one of those lame but fascinating questionnaires about “how well you know your spouse.” Which at this point he should be acing since #1 I’m pretty open, #2 we’ve been together almost 20 years. The question is “What does your spouse always do...?” Jed sat there for a minute and then said, “You always talk to yourself.” I DO. I am always muttering something. In the grocery store. In the car. Especially in the car. When I’m running around the house. In the shower. You have probably witnessed it. In an attempt to delay being committed to the nuthouse I am going to write for you. Or maybe that will expedite the process, either way, this site will serve as my outlet of excessive ideas and everything that is flying around in my brain.

Ancient Wheeler cave writing. I promise to do better than the wheel and date. Fingers crossed.