I called my older sister yesterday to tell her that Adam just went out for ice cream. "Whaddya mean?" was her response. "I'm telling you I'm watching what he's up to!," I repeat. "He sent me a tweet." I hear her laughing hysterically while she's telling her daughter, Jennifer, I'm following Adam on Twitter. Jen joins in on the laughter.I don't see what's so damn funny.
Well, I know when I was in my twenties I would have been horrified to find myself followed by someone in their 60's. I know Adam. I know. You've got to understand. Your fans come in all age brackets, you just probably think it would come to this. But here's the deal: I was just as pretty as you when I was your age. And I'm honored that you let me know what you are up to. I worry about you. I do. So it helps to know that you are doing such wholesome things for fun. Sometimes you are better about telling me what you are up to than my own kids.
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