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I would have completely forgotten about the Facebook account I signed up for--I think I originally did it because I wanted to see comments someone had written about our tee shirts
(not the one in the picture at left!) But then the friend requests started trickling in.

Now, you have to understand: I only have three Facebook friends. But the growth was positively explosive this week: a staggering two whole friend requests within days of each other. And there's something vaguely addictive about it...I actually considered putting out my own requests before the voice of reason stepped in (they make it so seductively easy--you can mass mail everyone on your Gmail list for example.)

For now, the voice of reason is prevailing. After all, I don't fully understand the implications of all this friending. I only just discovered that my sole Netflix friend--Ahem, Kelly!--can view my movie queue. Plus, isn't it somewhat undignified for all of us ancient relics to be piling on the bandwagon? Still, if anyone else wants to be my friend, well, wouldn't it be rude to say no?

--Melanie