In the Facebook Social World I am the equivilant  of the Goldie Hawn Frosting Eating- Cat Crazy Character  in ” Death Becomes Her.”

 Okay- I exaggerate.

I’m not blond.

 I guess the thing is I still don’t know what Facebook is forand I still can’t figure out those Applications and boxes and I thought that stupid thing ate my youtube clips but my friends eight year old daughter was kind enough to help me figure that out and they were right there where I left them.

She was also kind enough to show me how to do that note thing.

In addition to that  I do know that people check in on their Facebook pages during the day and that you can put pictures up from your phone and God, I don’t even have a cell phone so I can’t even do that.

So nope, I’m not connected to the ” Book ” and to plunge my social outcast level to brand new lows I realized most of the people there are actually friends of my husband. Thank God cats and dogs don’t have Facebook because I’m almost sure even my pets would be better at working that site then me.

Anyway, when people talk about Facebook those of us ” Frosting Eaters ” will sort of mumble how many ‘friends’ they have and the others who network like crazy will act like they have to think about  and then they’ll say ” Oh, around 500 “

God.

500.

500 Cool People all in one spot.

What are the odds?

And why is it, I often wonder,  whenever I pull that site up I can hear the sound of locker doors opening and closing and I can smell  the bitter scent of Clearasil?