They say the first step toward recovery is admitting you have a problem. Okay, here it is, I am addicted to facebook. They want me to go to rehab but I say No, No, No. Admittedly I am a little late getting into this trend but give me a break -I'm 50 and I can still kick and stretch. My "friends" are a pathetic mix of my 16-year-old nieces and old farts who complain to me "I can't figure this thing out." Right now my husband and I are in a contest to see who can get the most friends-I was winning but he went to one of his photography organizations and sent a mass email and now he has more "friends." I think you should know the people on your site but if I start feeling really competitive I'm just going to get all of my nieces zillion friends to sign up and wipe the floor with his ass. It's a great way to see what my nieces are up to but I am sure they have confabs about "what if Auntie tells mommy what's on our sites?" So far I have been cool...with them...in life I am so out of it. Did you know that every message now has to be decoded: hw is homework, and pos is parent over shoulder. They also use "ha ha" a lot. I'm sure I have ruined their street cred.
For all you Larry David fans out there, here is my hubby's latest...I overheard him talking to his older brother today about how to close the porn on his website before his wife comes in the room. "You need to get a motion activiated sensor that alerts you when someone enters the room or a closed circuit camera." And he wasn't kidding.
I gotta go and see if anyone put anything on my fun wall....Ciao for now
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