Okay, so one of my co-workers mentioned this “Pinterest” thing to me a few months ago and I was like “Okay- whatever- I’ll check it out when I can.” (Sorry, Katie.) And then my neighbor and co-Daisy troop leader Stacy mentioned how she was losing sleep over it. I still didn’t bite. Then Stacy started sending me links to cool stuff that she’d found. Braided Spaghetti bread? Mmmm. This does sound good. Okay, maybe I’ll just take a *quick* look.
Thanks, Stacy.
Thanks, Katie.
I hate you both.
Wow, do I have some creative friends! Really, you could get away with just browsing the cool stuff others have found without even waiting for your invitation. (You can’t just join- you have to be invited. Very exclusive.) Someone needs to pin P90X ‘cos you’ll need it if you actually try everything tasty that’s up here.
I can equate the feeling to the first time I discovered Facebook. The range of emotions went from 1) There’s no way I’m doing it. 2) Disdain for others doing it. 3) What, you’re on it, too? 4) Can’t figure out the damn thing. 5) Neglecting sleep.
I haven’t quite reached stage 5 but I'm close.
Again, Stacy, I hate you.
Shoot—did I forget to pick the kids up?
