pistachios and wine.

Every person in the history of the world knows that when eating pistachios, you cannot just have one, especially when you have a medium flower pot size basket sitting in front of you practically screaming your name. As the night went on and me and my best enjoyed the workings of Facebook's new profile upgrade, Timeline, and our bottle of the wisdom, I had the biggest urge to just write about what was happening, knowing what a good story it would make to be. And the next day when I got home, I made champagne and the wisdom. At this point in the post I would probably hashtag something like #pistachioproblems, or #bloggersblock but the only problem I have right now is that I do not have a Titter. Then the question becomes, should I conform as the rest of my generation has and become sinfully addicted to yet another social networking site. Hmmm decisions decisions. . .