Hey. So. Hi!

Cutest little old lady baby face ever.

First off, I wanted to thank you for your comments, your emails, etc. after yesterday’s post. I’m always super afraid to post things like that because they are so private. You guys are good. Mostly.

Moving on.

I’ve long pondered the use of a “Facebook Page”. I made one a while back, mostly because after so many people add your link to their stati (it sounds better than statuses) Facebook automatically makes a page for you. Mine said that “Mostly True Stuff” was a BOOK. It’s not a book.

Not yet.*

So I made it into a REAL one. Then I just let it sit there. Then I added it to my blog here. Then I just let it sit there some more. I didn’t really see the point. I pretty much “Friend” anyone who offers, mostly because I’m pretty sure that even if the person who is trying to friend me is a wackjob, I’m still scarier in most areas. I ALWAYS check to make sure the person is cute before I friend them.

That’s not to say I don’t friend “uncute” people. I do. But you have to be REALLY uncute to get my nod. I find that the really ugly people have the most amazing things to say.

So if I do accept your friend request, know that it’s because I find you either super cute or really ugly. And then let that knowledge fester for a couple of days before you give in and put your picture up on “hot or not”.

Anyways, back to the page. I wasn’t sure what it was for. Then I realized its calling: a place to post the funny crap I find on the internet. It’s going to be so awesome. Most sites have a way for me to automatically load the pictures STRAIGHT to my page. That way, you can get all of the good crap that comes with an association with me, but without having to wade through my countless “woe is me” stati and various personal attacks.  You can also post on my page, too! See, there’s no need for us to be friends at all! And, the latest Gallup Poll said definitively that I am a super crappy friend. Ask anyone whose birthdays I missed this year (everyone’s. I missed everyone’s)

So slide ____________________the mouse______________over to your right: and click “like”.

 That way, too,  you’ll know when I post something new to my blog!
 Did mentioning that make you go back and “unlike” it? Figures. Self saboteur, I am.

Thank you and good night.**

*I’m writing a book! I just started taking notes. I called my mother to tell her and we spoke fondly of memories that will embarrass her terribly if the book will ever be published outside of the lone copy that will gather dust on my mom’s mantle (it won’t be on her mantel. She’ll say it will be on the mantel, but I’m pretty sure it will end up hidden in her closet).  She once again implored me to not use such foul language, and I said I would only use it when it was absolutely essential to the story. Like this one time when my mother was trying to take us to the zoo…as I was saying this she yelled, “How much?! How much do you want?!”

So I might not write a book after all. Because I can be bought.

Here is a picture of a blowfish:

**it’s not nighttime. I wish it was. Because I want to read instead of sleep.