Morning Talkers

I do not understand how certain people can be so darn talkative at the butt crack of dawn??? You probably won’t believe this, but April falls into this category. I’ve been picking her up and taking her to work for the past few weeks while her car is being worked on and she gets in the car and is blissfully silently for about 2 minutes, but then we get to the top of her street and turn the corner and it’s like the vocal cord switch has been turned on. And she always says “You know what I mean” after she tells me something. I think to myself, “well, yes I do know what you mean as you just spent the last seven minutes explaining to me what you mean.” Usually, I respond out loud to her by say “mmm, hmmm” as unenthusiastically as I can.

She’s not the only one with this disease. A couple of people at work have the same problem. I come in, sit down at my desk and invariably I get Ruth turning around and saying “Good Morning, Heidi. How are you doing today?” or “Are you ready for the day” or some such ridiculous question asked in a cheerful voice that makes me cringe. One girl doesn’t actually talk to me in the morning, (Thank the Lord!) but she talks to everyone else about her previous night, or conversations with her husband or dog or mother, or about how she has one plant that she’s had since she got married and that it just keeps growing and growing and growing and it’s just taking over her house. And she always has a story that can “Top” anyone else’s story. UGH. Stop please!! Just stop!

At least wait until 9:30 (or 1:00) before you turn on the sunshine.

(It's kind of hard to read the award, but it says "Most likely to be sunny and cheerful in the morning....Not!)