I was talking to myself the other day and suddenly it occurred to one of us that this might not be a good thing. I mean, it was a two-sided conversation, if that’s possible with only one person involved. Wait. Myself wants to take over relating this.

Sheesh! I thought she’d never shut up. Now I’m going to tell you how it really happened. I was typing away about something — I think it was free hosting — when she interrupted my train of thought with something about Baby Boomers. What? Oh, very well.

This started out my story, so I believe I ought to finish it. I brought up the fact that my class reunion is coming up and that I was, shall we say, out of shape. But then she said I hadn’t been in shape for any of the other reunions, so my classmates would be able to easily recognize me, even with the gray hair.

She had to bring that up, didn’t she? Well…what now? No, I will not relinquish the floor. This is my story and … sorry, folks. I’m a little busy right now. I’ll continue this discussion later. Stop! You take that back this minute!