You should probably know that I am a bit of a a "rambler". I sometimes (my beloved would say always) have a tendancy to tell a long story. In fact, my beloved has been know to call me "Edith". As in Edith Bunker. Some of you hopefully are old enough to remember her. She was a character on a '70s sitcom called "All in the Family". Poor Edith. She just really had a hard time getting to THE POINT. I can relate. I feel very strongly that I must give ALL of the pertinent information. The who, the where, the what, what, what, the why, why, and the how, how, how. VERY IMPORTANT. I believe that this condition is hereditary, as I have noticed that my girl sometimes suffers from this malady. Not always, just sometimes. However, I'm not sure which one of my relatives passed Edith Bunker Syndrome on to me. It's not my mom. She always seems to start a story somewhere in the middle. I sometimes feel like I just walked in on the conversation. I always have to ask a bunch of questions to figure out what is going on. I thought my wonderful Granny might be the culprit. But after I thought about it, it's not her either. She used to tell lots of stories, but she always acted like I should already know all about the people she was talking about. Very little background info. It doesn't seem to appear in the males in my family. So, I don't know who to blame. The good news is that I recognize this about myself. The bad news is that I seem to have very little control over my condition.
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