Fleeting Social Network Comments
It's two o'clock in the morning and Old Man is fussing at me for being up and on the computer. I'd like to know what he's doing up to be fussing. Shouldn't he be in bed? But, he just worries about me. He can't sleep if he thinks I'm having a bad night. So, right now, he's sitting across the room, fingers drumming the arm of the chair because he knows that helps me keep up with the time better. He's just sweet that way.
So, I have to tell you just this one thing, dear Reader. I'm on a very famous and ubiquitous social network, along with Old Man, our children, their spouses and their children, my siblings, my aunts, uncles and cousins and everyone I've known since I was five years old. You know the one. Well, whenever one of my family posts a comment on their page, I receive a text message on my cell phone. My cell phone also doubles as my alarm clock, so it stays by my bedside at night.
Two hours ago, a text came in when Dear Daughter posted on her page that she had, erm, um, well, she had lice. There, I said it. That confession was followed by one word - yummy.
In my half sleep, my mind went to when she was a little girl and had lice - in long, curly, flowing hair. What a nightmare! I am embarrassed to admit my thought at reading those words - "I'm glad she doesn't live here."
My eyes popped open. Yummy? Ewwwww! I am finding out that her dear, sweet, most thoughtful hubby is quite humorous and devious. I couldn't let the comment go, I had to get up, log onto the computer so I could make my own crude remark about lice. Yes, Dear Reader, it's hard to believe, but I can be crude on occasion, especially when I've been awakened from a sound slumber.
But, Dear Daughter had already taken care of the situation. By the time my head was clear enough to log on, the remark was stricken from the record. What a shame! It could have been so fun. Now, I'm left at 2 in the morning, with my own dear, sweet, most thoughtful hubby glaring at me from across the room while I sort this all out.
I suppose Dear Daughter didn't want anyone to read that for fear they would think that she actually wrote it. I'll never tell. And, please, Dear Reader, not a whisper.
© 2011 Carol Phares
So, I have to tell you just this one thing, dear Reader. I'm on a very famous and ubiquitous social network, along with Old Man, our children, their spouses and their children, my siblings, my aunts, uncles and cousins and everyone I've known since I was five years old. You know the one. Well, whenever one of my family posts a comment on their page, I receive a text message on my cell phone. My cell phone also doubles as my alarm clock, so it stays by my bedside at night.
Two hours ago, a text came in when Dear Daughter posted on her page that she had, erm, um, well, she had lice. There, I said it. That confession was followed by one word - yummy.
In my half sleep, my mind went to when she was a little girl and had lice - in long, curly, flowing hair. What a nightmare! I am embarrassed to admit my thought at reading those words - "I'm glad she doesn't live here."
My eyes popped open. Yummy? Ewwwww! I am finding out that her dear, sweet, most thoughtful hubby is quite humorous and devious. I couldn't let the comment go, I had to get up, log onto the computer so I could make my own crude remark about lice. Yes, Dear Reader, it's hard to believe, but I can be crude on occasion, especially when I've been awakened from a sound slumber.
But, Dear Daughter had already taken care of the situation. By the time my head was clear enough to log on, the remark was stricken from the record. What a shame! It could have been so fun. Now, I'm left at 2 in the morning, with my own dear, sweet, most thoughtful hubby glaring at me from across the room while I sort this all out.
I suppose Dear Daughter didn't want anyone to read that for fear they would think that she actually wrote it. I'll never tell. And, please, Dear Reader, not a whisper.
© 2011 Carol Phares
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