Thursday, August 02, 2007


I woke up with a vaguely uncomfortable feeling. My eyes flashed open and I thought, "did I really get together with the women in my church last night at Jessica Wright's ( that's her, by the way)house and eat snacks and chat?" Chat is such an innocent word. Chat. Very cute. We told stories and ate too much chocolate, which is, of course, the tongue loosener. I laughed until my back hurt; Paige Mitchell kept holding her jaw because she kept laughing so hard. Stories are fun. I love to tell stories (I do love attention, after all). We were there for four hours and just laughed ourselves silly. People know too much about my embarrassing stories. I did TELL them the stories, um, I don't know why I talk too much. Verbal Diarrhea.

I love chocolate (Jennifer Key's fresh chocolate chip cookies, Michelle Davis's Rocky Road Brownies, yum). I love good friends. I love that I can get together with my church family and feel SO comfortable that I tell too many details, with only minor regrets in the morning (and that is mostly because I feel like an idiot for talking too loud and talking too much). It is a very good thing. Women were meant to interact and be an encouragement to one another. I've got my Covenant sisters and I am happy.

PS I wasn't the only one with embarrasing stories.

PSS It feels good to know that I'm not the only one with verbal diarrhea.

PSSS Well, I'll leave this one for the nervous people who think I would mention something about their honeymoon. I would never do that.

9 comments:

michelle said...

Yay! I LOVE women! I wish I could have heard all your hysterical stories. You are a good story teller (talking loud is what really makes it good). I miss you just from reading this post. Laughing is the BEST!

Jessica said...

wow, i don't know if i've laughed that hard for that long, um, ever. i also woke with a start this morning, thinking, "did i really say that? maybe that was a little much....what the heck, who cares!" sometimes you have to get on a story like that and ride it out, if you know what i mean...

ps- someone i know told me to tell you thanks for keeping certain honeymoon stories confidential...the aforementioned person pledges the same vow of confidentiality. she also promises to watch out for all signs of public and potentially humiliating verbal diahrrea and take measurable action to protect the possible offender.

pss- did you really post this at 5:40 a.m.?!?!

Trixie said...

Yipes!! Sounds like it was sooo fun - wish I could have been there!!

care-in said...

That's what I love about you!

Abbey said...

That sounds like a wonderful night...a familiar and wonderful nghit!

squeaky said...

hey kim. you are hilarious. i really miss b'ham days. no, danae does not have a blog, in fact i don't think she even has email. we usually catch up by phone at like 11pm. weird. but you are right she should totally get on board with this..she would be great at it. hey, shoot me an email sometime, ok. i would love to write to you more. erinh@plano.gov

Dollar General said...

I'm surprised how much we are alike really! HA! I find myself talking too loud all the time! I love to laugh and I love having "Girls night"! So, when we watching Lord of the Dance? How random!! Who knew? and email me that recipe we were talking about - pagely@juno.com!! Thanks!

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Paige M said...

I just realized I have never known how to spell diahrrea. Guess I've never really had to. Now I know. Although it's a little late because I posted about your verbal diahrrea and mispelled it about ten times! Thanks Kim