B and D daily conversations (edited)

D:  So babe, what should we tell the folks on our new post?

B:  shoot (notice the edit) I don't care.

D:  Yes you do, don't lie, I know secretly deep down you care.

B:  I care, maybe a little bit, but can't you just write all of this for me?

D:  Nope, you're going to help, start thinking.

B:  So tell me, what is the point of this blog again?

D:  To keep the peeps updated on all of the great things going on in our lives.  You know, like maybe OUR WEDDING or something!

B:  Oh yeah!  Our wedding.  I thought everyone already knew.  Do you think they would want to know about my toe nail that fell off today?

D:  Prob not, bud. Not so much on the exciting side.  Maybe we should tell them all our really big news...

B:  Oh, you mean like how you are pregnant?

D:  Not even remotely funny. (Sorry to disappoint you Shannon),  but I'm sure we are now going to get some phone calls for that.  Thanks Ben.  Try again.

B:  Hmmm, well lets see.  Uh, we're married, about a month now.  That was pretty cool.

D: Pretty cool?  

B:  I mean, like, uh, the best week ever!

D:  Nice recovery.  

B:  I thought we said we weren't going to do lame stuff like blog?

D:  I know, I thought so too.  

B:  I'm tired, and this is lame.

D:  Fine.  Rain on my parade.

B:  Your parade is lame.

D:  At least I have a parade.

How did this all happen?

We have officially succumbed to peer pressure, more peer pressure, and sheer curiosity. 

It all started with myspace.  Seemingly harmless at first, we quickly learned it was not the way to go when my profile was overcome with endless friend requests from various porn sites and creepy men in their 40's and 50's. When Ben started receiving those same types of requests... well, we said "adios" to myspace.

Then came facebook (which I made Ben join).  Easier to avoid the creepsters, we thought maybe this was the answer to our myspace problemos. Then we began to get bombarded with email inbox requests like:

  

"so and so (enter your own name if you like) has invited you to become a vampire! Start biting chumps!"

 or

"which golden girl are you? Take the quiz!"

but before you can actually see your results you have to invite eleventy billion people to take the quiz as well, and it takes you half an hour to find out which near death single woman from the early nineties you actually are... really?  If I receive one more request to become a pirate and join a ship to look for buried treasure, facebook might get 86'ed as well. 

Now here we are, wasting more time, but determined to fill you in on all the meaningless "blog worthy" things going on in our lives.  We said we would never do lame things like blog.  What have we become?