An apology is in order.... again

At dinner the other night, I made a mistake. Why is it that I always find myself having to apologize for thoughtless things I say while standing on a soapbox expressing my disdain for all things Facebook. My friends just roll their eyes and tune me out. I want you to know (you know who you are) that I don't mean to offend or insult you personally for your patronage of Facebook. I guess I'm an old fashioned girl. I like to talk face to face or on the phone at the very least. I don't see a need to keep old high school friends, and my in-laws up to date on each and every detail of my life including but not limited to my laundry status, who's nose needed to be blown, the fact that yes, today I ran out of peanut butter so I had to run to the store. Really? Did you want to know that? Don't you have your own peanut butter restocking to get to? If someone had