That's the first step, right? Admitting you have a problem?
Let me explain.
This week, Spouse, Snapdragon, and I are on a business trip which involves a few days in St. Louis. Well, it occurred to me that I have a RL friend who lives in the area, and one good "tweep" in the area too. So what do I do?. I start the FB and Twitter hounding so they'll entertain me while I'm here.
It gets worse.
First, I go to my RL friend's house. We're having a lovely time, a lovely TALKING TO ADULTS TIME, which is priceless, but in the back of my head I'm thinking "why did I leave my phone in my diaper bag? I can't tweet without my phone." I know, you're shaking your head in disdain, but it's not just me. At some point she picks up her laptop and quickly updates her Facebook status and then says something about Twitter. Apparently she's addicted too, so I grab my phone and now I'm following her.
Then I was meeting one of my tweeps, @HeathensHearth, for the first time in real life. You might know her from her Etsy shop.
First, let me say, she's awesome. But that's not the point.
We sit down to eat, and Snapdragon is wearing @crossbones_inc handmedowns, and then I mention how the day before he was wearing @crossbones_inc handmedowns that were actually @RockerByeBaby's kids' before that.
Then she notices my diaper bag. "Is that a @HautTotes bag? I like the bandanna fabric." "Yes, it is, but I'm hoping to soon be able to get a @brookevangory bag, because they have pockets and zip closed and have longer straps."
So then I pull some felt food out of said bag for Snapdragon, "this is @MomaLoveBug bacon."
It's like when things grew a ".com" only now everything has an @.
Yes, my name is @fentonslee, and I have a problem...
not that I'm looking to solve it.
Do you have a problem?