One Ringy Dingy, Two Ringy Dingy...

This post is intended to be an apology to two of my very best friends. See, I have a problem, I LOVE to talk on the phone! I can talk for hours and hours and actually did this last week to these poor girls. They are both way too nice to tell me, "Okay, that's enough now." I can go on and on and on and on. I, unfortunately, think this is genetic because my mom is seriously a marathon talker. She once (and I'm not exaggerating) talked to a lady at Ream's for 2 hours and had no idea who she was. She was a total stranger and somehow they got talking about a recipe and after 2 hours they introduced themselves and went on their way. So, see, I really can't help myself. It's in my genetic code. Good thing for them caller id was invented.