Many of you will remember my blogs, which included some personal stories at my own expense - and you probably remember my best imaginary friend, Dear Me! I remember several years back, I was visiting my Mom, and working on my laptop while Mom was doing her usual stuff in the kitchen. She had a soundtrack for her stuff. Everything she was doing was being narrated by her as she went. It went something like this: “This pan should have been put away over there.. oh, I see… it won’t fit unless I move the rest of these things… do I have time to do this whole rearrange before my lunch date?” And so on … and on.
Do You Talk to Yourself?
Do You Talk to Yourself?
Do You Talk to Yourself?
Many of you will remember my blogs, which included some personal stories at my own expense - and you probably remember my best imaginary friend, Dear Me! I remember several years back, I was visiting my Mom, and working on my laptop while Mom was doing her usual stuff in the kitchen. She had a soundtrack for her stuff. Everything she was doing was being narrated by her as she went. It went something like this: “This pan should have been put away over there.. oh, I see… it won’t fit unless I move the rest of these things… do I have time to do this whole rearrange before my lunch date?” And so on … and on.