Pinterest

My sister loves the internet.  I envision her, in her jammies, reading blogs and surfing the net for funny videos and sassy bloggers.  She's the one who got me on facebook (curse you) and finally pinterest.  Ahh pinterest.  Men probably don't know about pinterest.  If they do, its only because they see their wives "pinning" extravagant items and they spiral into a panic, thinking their wife is about to buy a $1000 pair of boots or build a three-story tree house in the back yard.  Eventually they find out that its just things that the wife is interested in.  But since when did we have to advertise what we are interested in?  I "like" this.  I wonder if anyone else is going to "like" this?  No one else "likes" this, so maybe I should "unlike" this because its kind of embarassing to be the only one to "like" it.  It's an exotic and ecclectic list of shit you will probably never own.  The grownups version of circling everything in the Toys R Us catalog.  I like fluffy kittens, Christmas wreaths, long hair, Michael Kors handbags and Salma Hayeks boobs.  (What?!) 
When people start to repin my items I get a little rush.  "Oh look, my old high school friend that I never talk to also likes water.  Wow!!  Why weren't we closer in high school?  Afterall, we have so much in common!"  There's even an iphone app that will alert me when someone repins one of my items. It's set to its own alarm signal.   Envision this, if you will....I'm in church, about to give the Catholic obligatory confession that I think dirty thoughts about Salma Hayeks boobs (what?!), when the signal goes off....
 "Oh shit, Father, that's the signal!  I need to take this!!"  
 (looks at phone) "HA!  I knew my neighbor also likes cool weather!  Damn I love that girl!"   
"You were saying, Father?" 
"I was saying that you're probably going to hell so there's not much I can do with you today." 
"Ok, cool."
 Is there a pin for liking Catholic Priests?  They really are the shit.  (good shit not bad shit)
Anyway, I decided the whole concept was way too depressing.  Pinning crap that I'll never touch.  So I've turned off the alarm and put myself on lock down.  But in the meantime, I'm dying to sneak a peak and see if anyone else likes men who speak French, potato chips and butterflies.  The suspense is killing me!