I've never wanted to try Skype.  I prefer old-fashioned phone talking while reclining on my couch or while doing the dishes.  (I'm a notorious multi-tasker.)

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In addition, I don't like the idea of someone watching me through their computer.  My home is my nest, and I prefer privacy, thank you very much.  It's <em>different</em> when someone is there with you in the flesh.

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Must we invade every moment in our lives with technology?  I'm already bombarded with emails, texts, and bbms.

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And frankly, I look <em>absolutely wretched</em> when I've peeped at myself with that "photo booth" thingie on my Mac.  The lighting is off or <em>something</em>.  It's ghastly.

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Having said all of this, I only see World's Most Precious Niece and Nephew twice a year, on average.  I thought it might be fun to sneak a peek of them.  (World's Most Precious Nephew is a tween and could care less, but World's Most Precious Niece is nine and still thinks her Aunt Shell is cool.)

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So...

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We decided that we'll meet again this weekend with our guitars for a jam.  :-D

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