I know that I talk a lot. On here. Not in person, though, unless I know you. Okay, let me edit a little. Here goes: I've been a woman of few words for most of my life. Now I tend to talk a lot, probably to make up for lost time. Once, when I was pre pre-school, I stopped talking all together. Before that though, I would stutter. Can you imagine being so frightened you couldn't speak. If you can, then try to imagine being teased so bad by your uncle, that you just stopped talking.
Okay, so here I am. I am wondering, "What can I say?" Any suggestions? I still stutter once in a blue moon--when I am super-duper excited. And sometimes I don't talk for days that add up to a few, especially if I am home alone. It's fun. Try it some time. Don't go over seven or fourteen days, cause then your throat gets all raspy.
Aha! Wolfey said the right words will do. So I have them. I say, Dear elle, thank you! I like your name in all lower case fonts. It's cool. And, thanks again. I know for a fact now, that I am special this once. At this moment. I mean, how cool is it to have a talented artist make stamps just for you. I stripped myself of my humble attire this once, 'cause I feel like the Queen of Katy, Texas. Renee Zelweiger, eat your heart out. (Did I spell her name right?) She was once Katy's Rice Queen. I think. She lived in Katy. Oh, my. I am name-dropping. Clint Black-Clint Black-Clint Black! Now. Got it outta my system.
Love you elle!!!