When it's late at night and the girls are in bed and the hubby is at work and I am up doing things around the house I mutter things under my breath. Sometimes is a song or a piece of a book I like. sometimes it's reminders to not put one foot too many into the mental storage space. Sometimes I ramble on about things that upset me or things that I know are filed into my brain some where but I can't remember it so I just start talking about it and it helps me remember. Mostly I do these things because I am my only set of ears. Sometimes I do it because it can get spooky around here late at night and it helps it not feel so creepy. But alas poor Yorick. He's stuck there on the bar. Stuck listening to me go on and on. It's comforting for me though. I feel like I can fill his head with thoughts and secrets and he'll never mind it. If only he could talk back. We could have a proper back and forth. But the fact that he's not got a bottom jaw is an issue. I suppose it's best if he didn't talk back though. That would mean I'm even more mental than I am now. #mrshudsontookmyskull #alaspooryorick #rambleon
