Just Talking

I talk to the maniac dog a lot. Usually I'm reminding her that I am the only person in the world who likes her so she ought to behave.

Sometimes, I look at the caller ID on my phone and then I say, "I'm busy." I'm just talking to the phone. I did not answer.

Lately, I'm mumbling. I can be writing a proposal or doing the crossword. It's that under your breath kind of speaking. I suspect it's an oldies thing. The husband rolls his eyes. Wonder where he got that?

The old joke is that talking to yourself is okay but when you start answering, you're in trouble. Hmmmm ...