Recently, I realized just what a creative and awesome person I am. A couple of days ago my son in law asked me a simple question, "Where'd you get that table." Now a simple uncreative non-awesome person would have just answered the question. But that's not who I am. I am different. I walk to the beat of a different drummer. I sing a tune unfamiliar to most. So I told him how Ava, my grand daughter, and I liked to play games on the table and how the table opened up to store special trinkets in and I even told him how I broke the top of the table. And.....he eventually walked away. My daughter, Allison, looked at me and said, "He just asked where you got the table."
I am certain that those people blessed by my unique inability to "just" answer a question can tell you what a pleasure it is to live with me. They can tell you rather than the information that they would like to have, they get Tracy's random thoughts of the moment.
So I just thought that you'd like to know that if you dare to ask me a question, it is quite possible that you will more than likely hear a story instead.
