Joined a farm.

On facebook. I didn't really intend to, and I don't even know what it means to join a farm. Shall I buy a plow? I could get some overalls.....
I have no idea what I'm doing there. Just clicking away, farming, etc. I can't find the people I want to find. I need FB for dummies.
I already have one time-suck enriching hobby taking up all my moments I really should be devoting to more worthwhile activities spare time right here with my good buddy blogspot, maybe I should just stay put....
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Went to a meeting at church this morning, came home to a freshly made cake and bread started in the maker. Seriously, that grown-up guy I get to live with is a man of many talents. He can build the house, bring home the bacon, and bake the bread. It doesn't get much better than that. I am the lucky one.
Onyx, to me this morning: "I wish we had 5 Clovers."
Oh little man, me too, me too. I loooooooove you for saying so (and I wouldn't mind a few more of you either;-)