Pinter-what?

Margie: Edna, while you took cookies to the nursing home I was browsing on Flakebook- I mean Facebook. I saw a slew of folks talking about some place called Pinterest so I checked it out. I really like it so I opened us an account. Would you like me to explain how it works?

Edna:  I'm not a moron, Margie, you don't need to explain it to me like I'm a child.  I know people too, you know, and I've been hearing all about this Pinterest on my own.  Even that cute Reese Whitherspoon uses it.

I'm not sure I like that we're sharing an account, you'd best not mess around with my pin boards!

Margie: You act like a child which is why I have to treat you like one. You just don't be putting things on the boards that look like a 10 year old did it.

Forget about Reese Witherspoon and go look for some pretty clothes. 

Edna:  Oh honey, I'll be looking for pretty things to put up there, don't you worry.

Margie: Edna, your pictures are not pretty! I deleted all of them. 

Edna:  Then our definitions of "pretty" differ wildly, sister.  I sure hope you weren't a complete idjit and did something stupid like delete my board about the Margiedale recruits.

Margie: Edna, you are sorely tempting me to delete YOU! 


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Internet perils

Edna: Margie, look at the time! Why didn't you tell me I'd been online this long? Honestly, sometimes I think the Internet is both a blessing and a curse, and that's the truth.

Margie: Edna, that's why nothing gets done around here. I suppose you're trying to find a man. You best be careful because bad folks can get information about you from that computer.

Edna: I'm always careful online, that's another reason why the Internet can be a dangerous thing. That, and people emailing you left and right, even though you said you never wanted to hear from them again.

Margie: Edna, do I hear gossip there? Who did you tell not to email you anymore? Mr. Jones? The mailman?

I worry about young children, Edna. Where's the fun of going to the library and researching topics from books? And all these old perverts trying to get to the children. Those perverts are the worst.

Edna: They are, aren't they? People with more time than morals (or sense) should not be allowed to have an Internet connection. We should write our Congresswoman about that, she hasn't had a letter from us in at least a week.

I worry about the children too, because I fear that the Internet is raising a generation of young people to be lazy about what they read online, and they're not as prudent with their personal information as they should be. In our day, there just wasn't the chance to publish your business all over kingdom come for perfect strangers to read. Imagine, we never would have taken out an ad in the Jericho Courier telling people that our "relationship status" had changed. Well, I wouldn't have anyway, I had more decorum than some people around here.

Margie: Good idea. Let's write her tonight. No pervert should be allowed to have a computer!

I'm glad we never spread our business all over town. Look at some of these blogs we visit. Some of them have near nekkid pictures. I saw one today of a nekkid cowboy. Edna, are all perverts male?

Edna: I think you already know the answer to that, you floozy.

Margie hears from Edna

From: cruisinedna@yahoo.com
Subject: Eat your heart out, old woman!
To: margieandedna@yahoo.com
Date: Tuesday, July 7, 2009, 2:05 PM

Dear Margie,

Well, isn't technology marvelous? Even out here in the middle of the ocean, I can send you an email to tell you have much fun I'm having without you! This cruise was such a wonderful idea, I'm glad I thought of it.

There are so many lovely gentlemen on this boat, I have my pick of the litter. The captain is quite a looker, and goodness, he does look sharp in his uniform. He let me steer the boat for a while the other evening, but he got handsy and distracted me while I was steering so I had to nip that in the bud. What if I'd steered us into another boat or something?

I should have gone on this trip years ago, I've always said that every lady should take a grand trip at least once in her life. I've seen so many lovely things. A gentleman friend of mine has let me borrow his digital camera and I've taken some dandy pictures! As soon as I figure out this uplink doohickey, I'll send you some photos. In the mean time, you behave yourself, you hear me?

Love, Edna

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From: margieandedna@yahoo.com
Subject: RE: Eat your heart out, old woman!
To: cruisinedna@yahoo.com
Date: Tuesday, July 7, 2009, 2:58 PM

Dear Edna,

Why do you always pretend you can't wait to get away from me yet you contact me every time you go on vacation? I am having fun here too.

I haven't put on a stitch of clothes since you left. I'm as free as a bird. I do have to be careful, though, when I'm drinking my coffee.

I don't believe a word of your nonsense. What have you been drinking on that boat? You know you have to be careful with your allergies.

You keep on dreaming, Edna. I hope you meet a man who can stand your sharp tongue then you can just get married on the ship and keep on cruising.

I have to go now. I'm meeting the VFW down at Bailey's Tavern. I'm going to find me a young one and ask him to walk me home because I'm scared of the dark.

Don't forget to lean over the rail and take a nice picture of the water.

Your sister,

Margie