For real? I wouldn't be surprised because they strike me as alumni of the same asylum.
I've never been able to make anything on facebook work. I've never been on it, and just the other day I tried to follow a link to someone's obituary only to end up staring at a picture with no clue where to go from there. My kids hate it. They say facebookers are the online equivalent of smokers in terms of the stigma.
"Back after 5 years. I thought you had died.
don"
Splitting my time between the montane and the mesas
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.