Years ago the better-half and I were hanging out at my apartment one night and I think we’d been reading–our dates were killer exciting. I slid over on the double papasan couch that I had at the time and said to him “Want to chat?” He still gets a kick out that. I had had enough with the reading and wanted to talk, talk, talk.
Today I was responding to my friend J’s email and realized that I had written about 5 paragraphs. Her portion of the email was about 5 sentences long. Maybe 7 sentences. When I realized this, I wrapped it up and hit Send. I guess I just wanted to talk, talk, talk.