Hello World

When I was about 6, my parents sent me to Syracuse to live with my Grandmother for the summer (cause we lived in South Carolina which feels like South Hell in the summertime).

When my mom dropped me off, she said to Grandma Dorothy, "He doesn't stop talking, so whenever you tire of listening to him, just say 'Mikey, I love you dearly, but I can't listen to you anymore. You need to go in the other room and play by yourself.'"

My grandmother thought this was terrible, and let my mom have an earful about nurturing a young mind, yada yada. My mom shrugged and said, "Just remember what I said."

After two blissfully silent Mikey-free days, my mom called Dot to check in. Dorothy said "Nancy, I'm so sorry for doubting you. You're right, he just keeps talking! After two hours I told him, 'Mikey, I love you dearly, but I can't listen to you anymore. You need to go in the other room and play by yourself.'"

Now that I'm all grown up, I have Jen to talk at... I mean TO! and she's too nice (or our apartment is too small) to tell me to go in the other room.

SO, I'm starting this blog, and dedicating it to my Grandma Dorothy, Jen, and everyone else whose ears have desired some respite from my tireless tongue. Now if I go on too long, you can just ALT+F4 and I'll shut up.