Me, a chatter?

I am back again, I keep writing blogs, all tho its seems I don't have much to say, can that be? Me not have to much to say?

I have be known to chat quite a bit, actually my family and friends seem to ask me to "be quiet" for a moment while they get a word in..

Sunday was my second installment of a group of cousins of mine turning 50 within a few yrs of each other, these cousins are on the Marciano side, their parents are all pictured in the picture I shared with you all. It was so much fun for all of us to be together. We chatted for hrs, but most of all laughed our butts off.

During a bathroom break with two of my cousins, we were standing near the sink washing our hands. There was a woman standing next to us, and I struck up a conversation with her. My cousin tried asking me something several times, and I guess I ignored her, cause I was chatting. When I finally turned to say something to my cousin she was gone. I wished the woman well, and told her it was nice chatting with her. My other cousin and I left the bathroom, when I got back to the table, I asked my cousin (the one that left) why she took off. She looked me square in the face and said, "Do you talk with everyone? I tried to get in a word and could not cause you were chatting away with a stranger, so I left, you never change" I burst into laughter and so did she, the tears flew out of my eyes to meet hers, the laughter was infectious. She then reminded me of our summers at the Jersey shore and how I chatted with everyone as we walked the boardwalk night after night.

I am no doubt a chatter, I can't help it, It is embedded in me. I am still loved tho, so it is def a good thing.

:O)