I often offer Too Much Information.
Not just here, on this blog.
In casual conversation, I tend to say too much.
It's who I am.
It's how I roll.
It's what makes me such a talented, entertaining writer I'm sure.
I always feel the need to share (unedited on most occasions)
Like, when checking out at the grocery store and the cashier asks 'do you have any coupons?' on the rare occasion that I do not have coupons I feel the need to explain why. I'm quite sure she doesn't care, but that never stops me.
Or, when invited to a friend's home for dinner, and we arrive baring a beautiful tray of bacon wrapped scallops. (Nice, right?) and before our jackets are off, I am sharing the tale of how we scored those scallops for free. Oh, I wasn't supposed to share that?
The same applies for any shirt, scarf, or handbag of mine that receives a compliment, I immediately follow with store name and exact retail price.
My gorgeous ring you are admiring? Nope it's not real at all, cost me $35 at a jewelry demonstration.
Nothing left to the imagination?
At your service.