I am not really loud, and I am not a tomato. I had a nightmare that I made a blog called Tomatoes out Loud, and everyone laughed at me, and I woke up incensed, inspired, and very thirsty. When a dream tells you to start a blog involving tomatoes, you either follow it or regret it for the rest of your life.
From this, I think you can gather that I am neurotic. I am also in my late twenties, staring thirty in the face, and between us chickens, thirty could use some moisturizer. I have one son, one cat, one husband, one job, two houses, and an infinite desire to share my life with strangers. Hi.