Today, I learned that two co-workers have become engaged to each other. We were all full of congratulations and goodwill. The bride smiled, the groom blushed.

And I became one of THOSE brides.

When I first got engaged, I realized suddenly everyone had to tell me about their wedding. Ask if you should go with the blue or white napkin, and you’ll get back, "I remember when I got married, we had red napkins. And Uncle Phil started waving it at the kids and started a faux bullfight. One of the kids ran into a waiter, who spilled the main course down Cousin Ruth’s dress. So I wouldn’t go with a red napkin."

Okay . . . . 

Never really understood the impulse. And I have to say, I still don’t really get it. Nonetheless, I heard myself say, amid the congratulations, "When Ed proposed to me . . . ."

I couldn’t stop myself. My mouth took on a life of its own. Despite the fact that my brain was screaming, "Shut up!! SHUT UP!!!" my mouth still kept going. I wanted her to enjoy the attention and celebration aimed in her direction. Yet, somehow, for lack of nothing to say, other than congratulations, I began prattling.

So if you’re newly engaged, try to be patient when someone comes up to you and starts talking about their own wedding, even though their children are in high school.

You can’t help it. Sometimes we all have dirrhea of the mouth.