I'm an ex-blogger. I blogged all through college. Strong readership if I do say so myself. I mean who wouldn't read my blather?
My mom told me the other day that loose lips sink ships. Then she gave me The Look but I was unsure if she was referring to something I had said and didn't want to frame myself. I said nothing. The Look continued. Then, she said it: your father wanted me to tell that. Uh-oh.
See here's the thing. I'm honest to a fault. I lay it all out there for the most part. It's my way of waving my hands in the air and saying here I am, here I am. Look at me! Because yes, my stories and my happenings really are that interesting... to me... and I like sharing. Sharing is caring.
So The Look stems from me laying it all out there and a certain person who works for my father thinking this means it's ok to discuss it with him. That would be her waving her hands in the air saying look at me, I know your daughter, let's be BFF and advance my career. Or so I assume. I'd prolly do the same. Well, maybe. Of course, my dear daddy doesn't want his professional life to mingle with his favorite daughter's insanity-could-be-a-Lifetime-movie happenings. I like to call them happenings.
Anyways, maybe loose lips do sink ships, but maybe those ships should be sunk. Maybe they're crappy ships like Carnival cruises and enemy blaster thingis. Maybe if everyone layed it all there, everyone could be more trusting. Maybe.
