In Jr high I was nicked named Chatty Cathy but now I only talk/yell to the dryer and the dog.... It is all kinda sad. This week I have nothing at all to post about, I was going to make some big crazy protest about the nonsense I heard on a radio show that said women who wear sweats and tees don't care about their relationship anymore but I am pretty sure I have stomped down that road before. Yet my husband agreed and that's just a whole other fight waiting to happen. But I don't wear "sweats" so they can all stfu. I think I am now too pissed off to post.