Gab gab gab
So, I’m back at work after a particularly restful holiday. Restful for everything except my gob, that is. I’ve spent an unholy amount of time sitting in Starbucks gabbing, sitting in the living room gabbing (until the sun came up!), sitting in the garden gabbing, and just generally, you know, gabbing.
Am I gabbed out? Not at all! I’m now busily thinking of new places in which to gab.
Gab gab gab.