The filter between the brain and mouth

Several years ago it dawned on me that there is a filter between the brain and mouth. I have looked up articles on this on the internet, asked others about it, and even talked to a friend who is a doctor to find out what he knows about it. I can't seem to find where this filter actually exists, but I know for a fact that it is there. Some days my filter seems to work real well, others, it is completely useless and gets me into a fair amount of hot water. Most of my family gets that I was born with a malfunctioning filter and when I get going there are some pretty interesting conversations that come out of this malady.
My sister Cherise (with an I) is also afflicted with this problem and therefore is one of the few people that I can just call and chat away with without worries or consequences of what is said. With her it seems like the more unfiltered the conversation, the more we connect. Most times Machelle (with an A) enjoys the fact that the filter doesn't work and there have been several close calls with her wetting her pants during our phone conversations. Other times she has to remind me about the filter, sometimes I push it a little too far and then I wish I could find the hidden button that would rewind what I said. So far no luck with that. My sister Stephanie (with an ie, not a Y) called me recently and said that she never quite got my sense of humor, but now reads the blog and is starting to get it.
Heather my youngest sister that was born on New Years is horrified by the lack of a filter, Darren (with an E) can turn his off and on for an occasional conversation, and I think that Missy has finally learned to tolerate it.
Mom is still trying to figure it out, Dad laughs, and Doug's filter was knocked loose when he fell out of the car as a kid at the corner of Wyoming and Sandhill.
I guess the reason for the post is that for those of you who know me, when we talk realize that I may have a disability. Please treat it as such, I don't expect any special parking privileges or use of the large bathroom stall at Home depot. But please don't hold it against Kathy, her filter works just fine and she is about the only one that knows where my off button is when I get too out of control.

On a side note, we have started a get Cherise to Las Vegas fund. This fund is being set up to help pay for gas. Anyone interested in contributing can send the money to Kathy (I would spend it). We have less than a week to raise a million dollars (we will settel for $40.00)