That person

You know the one... the one who can't stop talking about his or her latest purchase -I did just get a new car. Or the one that has a never-ending supply of the new born photos... well, I don't have those or one of those. (Seriously, the kid looks the same - sleeping, awake - drooling in all - and, no, that's not a smile, it's gas).

But, here's the thing - I am suddenly aware. I've noticed recently, as I speak, my friends seem to be very focused on some deep thought - and I'm afraid it's not anything to do with my topic. Today at lunch, I was talking with Jen...I'm certain the glazed look in her eyes had absolutely nothing to do with my enthralling weekend. And, Dylan's texts are far less involved than my responses...I'm not sure, but I believe she might have meant it when she said "OMG, stop." Well, probably, she didn't.

Unfortunately, even though I recognize this look and the change in response from my friends, I can't stop myself.

So, be happy I'm not the close talker and I don't have a slide projector with a million vacation photos. And, give me some leeway because I may bore you to death with the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Love,

THAT PERSON