Real friends know me better than blog friends. Blog friends don't really care how I am.(Evidence: My 3 Texas blog friends sent prayers and dinner gift cards when Scott had brain surgery. My Australian blog friend sent a heart felt email to check how I really was. My neighbor friends brought me dinner and stepped up for carpool) Blog friends aren't REAL friends. They are imaginary.
- Blog friends become real friends without ever meeting face to face.
- Real life friends don't care about my chickens. Most of them mock me.
- Blog friends drive clear from Texas and bring their whole family over to meet the chickens and play with my kids. They dig for worms in the garden, too. And they enjoy it, too.
Blog friends have never seen my house in disarray. Blog friends don't think I'm neurotic.There is no evidence to support this.
One blog friend crossed the barrier (or state lines). Scott is now semi-convinced I am not making my friends up (not that there's any shame in that). But we've been friends for years.