I like to peruse CL as much as the next person. I start with the pets section because, even though I don’t even have room for a foster, I cannot NOT look. Then, I move onto the baby stuff.
So, the other day in the baby stuff, what do I see? Someone wanting Fuzzi Bunz. They want mediums, which is the same size Sabine is in, so I am of absolutely no help to them. Then, I have a thought. An evil stalkerish thought. I could make a CDing friend!
I email FB Lady with a little info about myself, our diaper usage, and point her toward Diaper Swappers. I let her know how most of my diaps are from there and I bet she could find some great deals too! I have visions of her thinking how nice and cool I am. Thinking that our babies should hang out together … I mean, they are in the same size diaper. They are probably around the same age! We could check out the DryBees store together in Bradley. We could share laundering tips. I am excited.
The next day, FB Lady replies to me … “Thank you!” she says. And that is it. No diaper discussions. No invites for shopping. Just two words.
FB Lady, you broke my heart.
The Baby Formerly Known As Optimus Prime (and Megatron, too) 