>Pretty little dresses and a hairy chest.

>Country life, well, it’s just not for me. And living up on this hill with nothing to do, well, it results in my having to entertain myself.

Unfortunately, there seems to be a lack of Golden Girls and Law & Order: SVU marathons on a daily basis.

So, I take to the interwebz.

A few months ago my niece Squishy joined the social networking site Facebook. She begged me to sign up as well. I spent about a week complaining and throwing temper tantrums like a 2 year old because I just didn’t GET how the stupid thing worked.

I’m from the Myspace generation. Old school Myspace. You know, the days when random people added you and you accepted their request just so could boast about how many “friends” you had.

Myspace: every stalkers dream.

Well, by the second week of playing on Facebook I decided it was totally worth my signing up, strictly based off the applications. Now I’m obsessed. It’s sad really.

It’s gotten to the point where I hijack Husby’s account and sign him up for stupid games. Farmville, Yoville, Cafe World. All of it. The exceptionally fun part of this is creating his avatars.

You see, Husby KNOWS I mess with his account, he just never thinks to actually LOOK at the things I’m doing.


The fabulous part about this is that ANY friend of his who plays the same game can see his avatar. And many of his friends DO.

In fact his friends regularly send him gifts for his games.

Daily actually. Family, people he went to high school with, and my favorite…..ex-girlfriends.

[insert evil laughter here]



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