Little Pitchers Have Big Ears

I remember eavesdropping on my momma when I was young-and foolish.  She would spend hours on the phone trash talking neighbors and husbands and church ladies and school teachers and irritatin' relatives for hours in hushed tones punctuated with bouts of raucous laughter with her best friend Gladys Carrier.  She would talk so long that she would lie on the floor, tangled in the mile long phone cord with her feet propped up on the counter and a watered down TAB drink in her hand.  It would make my father furious that he could never call his own home and talk to a solitary soul.  His only compensation-a chronic busy signal.  The more my mother whispered, the more desperate I became to learn her secrets.  I knew that whatever she was talking 'bout was important... and juicy...  and likely sacrilegious (even though she was a devout Southern Baptist).  To my great dismay, my mother had ears like a cat and could hear the whisper of tippy toes on carpet.  Indeed-she must have been a ninja.  No matter how careful I thought I was, I always got caught and suffered (willingly) a stinging slap to the behind for my poor detective skills and trying to mind my mama's business.  This is the greatest sin a Southern chile can commit.  Lying can be forgiven.  Listening to your mama's inner most secrets-NEVER. 

Which is why I have retired Blither Blather Bitchin' to a more secure location where the young and the restless aren't minding my bid'ness.  Of course, I forgive them for their sordid and perverse curiosity.  I'd probably do the same in their shoes...  Laws, y'all- who wouldda thunk that lady chat could be so dang...interesting???

Anyhoo....  WELCOME TO UNABASHED BLATHER!!!  I hope you will appreciate the face lift and the botox, but just a friendly warning:  just the same ol' drivel posted here.

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