“You have a habit of talking over the entire newscast with your own newscast,” said my husband.
“You make comments during the news too,” I said.
“My comments are short and comical,” he said.
“What is comical is subjective,” I reminded him.
“Besides you talk the whole time. It’s like ‘The evening news with Karyl Terese.’” 
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I get so excited sometimes when I am sharing new facts I’ve learned or sharing something new with another person. Recently, I was telling my husband some such set of facts. I thought they were interesting. I’m sure he was driving and trying to pay attention on the road. I was having what he calls a passenger party over in the passenger seat. Because I can go long stretches without hearing a peep from him I wanted to check in.
I turned to my husband and said, “Isn’t that interesting?”
He said, “Yes, Karyl, that’s interesting. Tell me more.”
The weekend before last we took a 5 hour car trip. About halfway through, I burst out with what I thought was some thrilling information.
“The best and healthiest car trip foods are fruit and nuts,” I said.
“Thank you, Karyl,” my husband said.
“You are so obnoxious,” I said.
“I’m obnoxious?” he said.
“The average person might think you are polite, but I know better,” I said.
“The average person might think you are interesting, but I know better,” he said.
Fair enough. Fair enough.
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We are taking the subway together and walking from the parking lot to the terminal. As usual, I am chatting away.
“Shhhh,” says my husband.
“Why can’t we talk? Look around. See all these people talking to each other?”
“They are having a conversation,” he says. “With you it’s a soliloquy. It’s like you are doing Hamlet all the time. ‘To be or not to be. That is the question…’”
Well, really. Tell me how you really feel!
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I’m on a plane with my sleep mask and earplugs beginning a 2 hour flight to Birmingham. I’m sure my husband is thrilled that I’ll be sleeping, not talking. We haven’t taken off yet. For the last 5-10 minutes I’ve been trying to fall asleep. After 15 unsuccessful minutes, I pull down the mask, look at my husband and say ”I can’t fall asleep.” He looks at me and says “Don’t give up so easily. Hang in there.”
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I’m afraid it would be me. I’ve mentioned before that I am a talker. If I were silent for 24 hours, I bet my husband would miss my chatter. Maybe not during the first half of the day but certainly in the 20th hour. It would be mighty quiet in our house. He would have been able to think and focus for a long time and would realize that thinking is overrated. He would surely be missing all my memories, silliness, and meaningless banter.
If I could make anyone in the world talk more for 24 hours it would be my son. He is very quiet. He definitely does not take after his Mom in the talking department.
I talk a lot. A lot. I don’t think I talk too much, but my husband does. The worst times are mornings. I am a morning person. And a talker. My husband is neither. I talked his ear off this morning on the way to the subway. I sent him a text from the train saying:
“Sorry so chatty. Love, Cathy”
He wrote me back:
“You’re fine. I love you, Cathy.”
All is well. :)
My husband has been away on a business trip. He’s only been gone since yesterday but I really miss him. He misses me too. He told me that he even misses my talking! I swear, we are like a couple of newlyweds.
