Stories

So where’s home?

 

Annapolis.

 

(You guys know I’m dying to ask, you KNOW I am dying.)

 

I waited a full two minutes…maybe.

 

So what do you do in Annapolis?

 

I’m in blah blah blah.

 

Well of course you are.

 

My business partner is a former…

 

I name a name.

 

Nope, but we know them, everyone knows them.

 

I tell him I don’t know why, but for some reason I attract sketchy types. Those types. I want to ask questions, at least a hundred questions, I wish I had more time. I would ask questions, you would answer said questions, and I would know no more than when we first began. You would lie, make up stories. He smiled, shook his head, kinda nodded.

 

Oh, the conversation you wish you could hear.

 

But I’d have to kill you, and that’s really not my thing.

 

The best stories are those I can’t tell.

 

For now.

 

Mama, a stay-at-home mom for almost thirty years, has received a priceless education, over the last nine years.

 

I’m tired often, working long and hard. And yet these stories, the incredible individuals I have been blessed to meet, leave me feeling like a kid listening to story time, story time on steroids. I smile, and belly laugh pretty much everyday, at some character telling me a tale.

 

Listen for the stories, folks.

 

Everyone has a story.