SUMMARY: Got to stop talking to myself. Keep telling myself that.
I blame it on the dogs that everything of interest that runs through my mind comes out my mouth. Inquiring dog minds want to know, you know? And maybe it was originally just to notify them that I'm on the move and it didn't necessarily involve tug of war. But why on earth would they or I care if I need to get more ice for my drink? Why do I have to say out loud "More ice for my drink" before standing up and going up to the kitchen?
I am becoming a little old lady who speaks aloud to herself all the time and yet says nothing. What of that? How do I stop now that it's become ingrained?
Here's my solution: I walk around the house and yard murmuring firmly, "Stop talking out loud. Stop it. Stop. Just STOP. You're doing it again, stop it."
Note to self. Stop it right now.
Think I'll go get more ice for my drink.