I can't contain myself. Something new in my life is happening and it is so exciting, I don't know where to start. I'm like a 15year old dude with a stripper [what like, here, or here, or, holy cow there's something there????!!] [Sorry for that. No i'm not sorry for that, my first dirty joke ever!]

But really, I didnt realize I had serious problems with organizing my thoughts until I met my husband [who was my then-boyfriend]. He's a doctor, who used to want to be a psychiatrist. He's so sweet. He owes me his career, I think training started with me. Whenever we need to decide about something, like where to eat, I'd have this monologue while he listens until I and the other me decides that we're not hungry. 

When we're arguing, he'd tell me, "honey, how are you really feeling?" and we'll go through a list of adjectives to describe my feelings, and by the end of the list, I'll need a new adjective for how pissed I am at what we're doing.

I'm really bad with words [and using them] but boy can my face talk. My husband always tells me my face [facial expression] is too loud. He says I can't hide what I think or feel because my face says it all. I can have an entire op-ed column using mug shots.