I have a theory (I know, surprising, huh?)
I think, when you’re born, you are allotted a certain number of words for your lifetime.
Some people get more than others.
Me, I was given a multitude.
When I was a baby my father couldn’t wait till I learned to talk so we could have deep meaningful conversations.
When I finally did learn to talk he lamented, “Doesn’t she EVER shut up?”
But I think I may be coming to the end of my allowance.
I stay at home all day, alone, seeing no one. If it wasn’t for telemarketers I wouldn’t talk to anyone for days on end!
Husband comes home from work and tells uproariously funny stories about some of the customers he encounters (which I would love to share with you but can’t figure out how to clean them up enough not to offend anyone! LOL)
We sit at the dinner table, listening to the TV and saying very little.
I’m afraid we have become one of those older couples we used to make fun of at restaurants, who would sit and eat their meal in complete silence.
We would always say how sad, they’ve run out of things to say to each other.
I wrack my brain to try and think of some witty topic and come up empty.
My father would laugh to think I’ve finally run out of things to say!