I have this really embarrassing habit of talking to myself. It's crazy. At home I pretend I'm talking to the dogs, but let's face it, this is just a crazy habit of mine.
Although I spend a lot of time on the phone while I'm working, I also sit at my desk and talk to myself and I can't tell you how many times the neighbor's yard guy has overheard my craziness.
I know I do this in the car too. Let's pretend I'm singing. OK I'm doing that as well. But good Lord there I am driving down the street having a conversation with myself. Even at red lights. I'm sure of it.
The most ridiculous place I talk to myself is at the grocery store. Yes, I'm admitting this to you. It's insane. I stand in the pasta aisle and start discussing dinner. I see some weird, hard-to-find item and ooh and aah over it.
I talk to the bread.
Don't even get me started in the produce section. Today I think I remember saying to myself, OUT LOUD, "Do we have celery?" "Where's the romaine?" "God, I HATE beets!"
You know, I thought the employees at my favorite Publix knew my name because I'm there every day but it's possible it's just because I'm the crazy lady chatting up the apples and oranges.