I'm sitting on the couch with my wife "discussing" FaceBook applications. Honestly, I've never gotten the point to these things. It takes more time to accept the requests than it seems worth to me. She just sent me a "coffee". Actually, it's a picture of a Starbucks beverage. I said it would have meant more to me if she'd brewed a pot and poured me a cup of the real stuff. She asked what kind of wine I'd like, and I said whatever we have in the house. She asked what kind of desert I'd like, and I said whatever we have in the house again.
At least it's giving us some time together. I took my Redfly out to write this blog post.
Honestly, I don't get the point to most of these FaceBook requests. I like FaceBook for the most part. I've seen several bloggers shut down their FaceBook and Twitter profiles. I keep mine up so people can find me, and so I can interact with other people. I've recently enjoyed trading comments back and forth with a Navy buddy from my first ship. I like leaving comments on other people's statuses, and I like when people leave comments on mine. All (or most) of my Twitter posts go to FaceBook. I sometimes forget that. But for the life of me, I can't understand the point to trading coffees, San Antonio Spurs waves (some of my high school friends are on FaceBook), and giving plants and deserts and KFC and Krispy Crème donuts. I don't get it. It seems to take longer to deal with this stuff than it's worth.
My wife logged onto my account and she's going through 40 some requests and "gifts". That's a relief for me. Maybe I'll let her handle it for me.
If none of this makes sense, it's almost 11 PM EST. I'm almost never up this late.