I’m Not Crazy

The great thing about having a baby to push around in a stroller is you can talk to yourself to your heart’s content and no one will think you crazy.  Never mind she couldn’t possibly understand my recipe for chicken fettuccine or care whether or not I remember to put the towels in the drier when we get home.

One Response to “I’m Not Crazy”

  1. JENDUB says:

    I was thinking of this post yesterday while I was telling DS all about what we were cooking for Easter dinner, and going through my grocery list in the middle of the store.
    I am pretty sure he couldn’t have cared less but at least I was talking to someone!!