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Things that make you go "hmmm"

I think it's very interesting that my husband is constantly telling people how often I visit the website known as Facebook. While it is true that I spend a ridiculous amount of time cyber stalking, if you will, on Facebook, I feel that Pat spends an equal amount of time on an obsession of his own; sports. But I didn't have any way of proving it. Until now...

After a recent update from Mozilla Firefox (or maybe it's always been there but I never noticed), I realized that there is now a link in the toolbar titled "Most Visited" sites. I clicked on it to view the sites most visited on our computer. Do you have any guesses what was number one on the list?

I will give you a hint. It wasn't Facebook and it's only four letters long: espn.com. In second place was Cleveland.com which is all my husband, too. I have to give him credit. When he's done fueling his sports addiction, he does like to read the local news and keep up with the times. I NEVER read or watch the news and this is something I admire and respect about him. Okay, enough with praising him, back to the topic at hand...

Facebook is the third most visited website on our computer. This gives me just the ammo I needed to defend myself the next time Pat is telling people how often I get on Facebook. It also leads me to believe that Pat gets more time on our computer than me but that's a topic for another day.

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