When I was in the first grade, my teacher reached her wits’ end with me and put me in a corner to fill a piece of lined paper with the words “I will not talk in class. I will not talk in class. I will not talk in class.”
Twenty years later, my mouth had gotten me in so much trouble that I virtually stopped talking outside my own home and work, for fear of saying the wrong thing. I realized it had gone a little too far when I made what I thought was a characteristic little quip, and a women I’d known for three years gasped and said, “Bee! That was funny! I didn’t even know you HAD a sense of humor!”
There must be a happy medium, and I think this is a good place to put all those extra words. Also, I like cookies.
So, if you like words and cookies, welcome! If you don’t … POOR YOU!