It was a little funny the other day though. As I was folding laundry, I heard someone come in and say, "Hello?" So, I went upstairs to see if someone needed me to do something. Standing in my foyer was Jesus. Okay, it wasn't really Jesus, it was the carpet guy, but he looked like Jesus. He did! I'm not kidding!
Anyway, one thing I've discovered about myself in the past four weeks is that I talk to the dogs... a lot....like all the time. I constantly hold a dialogue with my four-footed children. I ask them questions. I tell them what I am going to do. I tell them what the workers are doing. I never noticed this before, but now that there are people in my house all the time, presumably listening to what I'm saying, I'm a little embarrassed.
I also talk to myself....a lot. Probably when the dogs aren't around to talk to. Sometimes, I'm actually talking to people....who have since wandered out of earshot, but often I'm just talking to myself. I ask myself questions. I talk about my day. I also sing and dance when no one is around.
I told Chris about my discovery this morning, and he responded, "Yes, I knew that already!"
Maybe that's why I blog. I can talk to myself and pretend that I'm talking to real people!