Lately I've been getting a lot of invitations to join Facebook. I've always thought it was really just for kids but I guess that is because that's why I even know it exists. My daughters have explained to me what it means to have a Facebook friend. I've looked at their Facebook accounts and know it's a place to comment and show pictures and let everyone know what you are up to these days. I get it. ……..I think. But I just can't figure out what I would do with a Facebook account of my own. I can barely handle blogging and maintaining some resemblance of a real life. How on earth would I be able to find the time to facebook as well. (Did I use the word correctly? Can you use Facebook as a verb? Like google? ……….These are the things I would need to know and frankly just don't have the time to investigate.)
But even without a Facebook account, the phenomenon that it has become has changed our lives.
Last spring during prom season, we were busy getting ready for D2's Senior Prom. While shopping for a dress online (a blog post in itself) we were discussing what her friends were wearing. D2's best friend, CinDEErella has a boyfriend who was attending boarding school in Tennessee at the time. She travelled to TN to attend his prom. And then he travelled to Florida to attend hers. I was saying that her mother, Miss Lolly, was probably happy that she would only have to buy one prom dress. I mean CinDEErella and her One True Love would be the only people who saw her in the dress and there should be no reason that she couldn't wear it again.
I barely got the words out of my mouth when I realized………………………….we shook our heads in unison and said together……."Facebook". Pictures from the first prom in Tennessee were plastered all over DEErella's and One True Love's Facebook pages. The dress couldn't possibly do a repeat performance.
Later, I explained all this to My Harley Stud. He got that kind of glassy eyed stare that says, "I love you more than life itself but I really don't give a shit."
Fast forward another month. We are preparing for D2's high school graduation. MHS asked me what I thought he should wear to the ceremony. I explained that I had already taken his light jacket and brown pants to the cleaners and would be picking them up later that day.
He looked me in the eye and with a straight face said, "I can't wear those pants and that jacket. I wore that to the NO and BW's wedding."
Me: "So what."
Great balls o fire! The man does listen to me.