Anyway I wanted to try this new thing on my blog. I think I call "What I Went Through To Find You On Facebook".
Becca, these are the peeps I had to sift through to find you on Facebook.
Are you my Becca? I am not your Becca I am a different Becca Martin (Rebecca Martin)
When I last saw my Becca her hair was straight, are you my Becca? I am not your Becca I am a Wash & Curl marketing dream.
My Becca was born in '81. Are you my Becca? I am not your Becca I was clearly born in the renaissance era.
Are you my... never mind.
You are not my Becca. Now finish whatever it is you are doing in a public restroom so I can wash my hands and continue my search.
Oh, I'm sorry. Now that I am closer I can see you are NOT my Becca you are Leveland Rowns.
6 sign your pity:
For a second I thought you were posting pictures of people that looked like me. Then I saw that skinny teenaged chick. I'm glad we're friends. Really really glad.
Oh my GOSH, I had this happen with one person. I looked and looked for her, she swore up and down she was there on FB, I am telling you she was NOT. Anyway, I found her one day. I think I was probably snooping through people I knew were probably related to her to see who had a public profile, so I could snoop more...
So. Glad you found your friend. And I found mine. All's well that ends well!
Hysterical - you make me laugh hysterically - that is all I can say!!
You and (the real) Becca are my two favorite people on the planet. I'm so happy I get to be the girl who is crying hysterically when they thought Anne died in the little boat. Or one of Tom Hanks' boobs.
haha
This is one of my favorite posts ever. I think we should make it into a children's book.
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