Well, Jumper Girl has worn me down. I am now, tentatively, on Facepage or Facebook or whatever.
The darn thing has way too many moving parts. I have hundreds of people who now want to be my “friend,” including numerous of JG’s teenage friends. I think not. I am an old dog—I do not want to learn new tricks.
But the games are fun, and I can IM (wow, catch that use of internet slang!) SWMBO which is often the only way we can communicate without teenage interruption. So, off we go, into the 21st Century. But I miss my fountain pen.
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Me too, it's the only way I can get my college son to communicate with me!
There is a cartoon in today's paper. Husband and wife are in the kitchen. Wife says "Dinner's ready. Will you please text the children."
Jumper Girl texts us from her room--it is apparently the only way kids today communicate. I miss the front porch and long, leisurely Summer evening conversations. -wistful sigh-
Good for you! I fear the day I must learn to "tweet"on Twitter.
I finally gave in, too. Look for a friend request!
Well, I tried to friend you, but there are many with names similar to yours! So friend me, if you want! I think you'll be able to find me...
I can't find you either...you will have to friend me!
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