The End of the Saga

So. Unbelievably, Facebook sends me an email today at WORK - the email address that has been completely ignored for weeks - regarding my original account. Thankfully, I did not keel over in a dead faint and smother the four-year-old sitting beside me. That would be such bad P.R. for the school. You know, the headline would read something like, "Precocious Wealthy Preschooler Suffocated by Internet-Obsessed Speech Pathologist." So not how I want to gain my fame.

But, anyway, I did sit there staring at my computer screen for a minute. What?? What?? You actually want to help me log back into my account, FB?? After two weeks and thirty bajillion "Help" (I have never felt like that word lost as much meaning as it did in this situation) contact emails sent to you?? After I spent time rebuilding a new FB account and trying to track back down all the people I wanted to (still) be friends with? After uploading those pictures again for the new account? After getting several emails from friends questioning the veracity of the new account and telling me that I had a virus that was sending out Friend Requests for a new Julie account (um, no, that would just be me)? After finding out that our home email address is linked on FB to some Julie chick in Ohio? OHIO!! Really, Facebook?? Really??

Because I really think one of me is more than enough. And you can just keep that fantastic password to that original account. I don't need you (non) helpful Help people to keep my addiction going!