God has been very faithful to provide good company for me as I crawl out of the pit. Yesterday my dear friend Georgia asked me ever so innocently if I was on Facebook. Well, no, I think she said, "You're on Facebook, aren't you?" As though, of course, I would be.
Well, I wasn't . . . until now. I have a bad feeling about this. You can put all these little games and posters and stuff on your page. It's perfect for the gal trying to wean herself off a spell of eBay-itis. I just passed an Olympic torch to my sister. Do I have time for this? Will I have to give up my daily internet jigsaw puzzle to make room in my busy schedule?
Gotta run. I hear Mark the Mailman trying to stuff eBay packages in my door.
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