the one who started it all

Facebook has me hooked. And Mrs. D, I blame you. It was your friend request that peaked my curiosity just enough to decide to open an account. I mean how hard could it be? But little did I know that Facebook was a wolf in sheeps clothing, a hungry ravenous beast waiting to gobble me whole. At first, I wasn't even concerned with having a profile picture or with making sure my information was accurate and complete. But now, now, I can't be off the site for thirty minutes before some update, correction, or photo album idea sends me running back to my desk. In fact, I actually wrote captions for photos. Never assembled a photo album in my life. Never. In. My. Life. And yet here I am wondering if this one's too riske or if this one shows my best side.

But seriously Mrs. D, thank you for putting me back in touch with old friends and making me show photos of my wedding and honeymoon to the people who have been begging me, nagging me, to point of almost blackmailing me to finally send them evidence that I didn't just make it all up.