Facebook is evil. Or maybe that should read, men are scoundrels.
You have all heard me whine.
Hubby is away.
He texted me late last night.
He misses me too, and he wanted to tell me all about it.
We flirted back and forth for a looonnnggg time. It was kinda fun!
Yes, I sent him a picture. ONE.
Positioned myself for optimal beauty.
(photo borrowed from flickr, not my cellphone!)
“Uploading to facebook”
Ahhhh? What? Noooooooo!!!
Panic. Panic. Panic.
Dash downstairs to the computer, as I swallow the bile that is quickly rising in my throat. I log into facebook. Is it there?
No not yet. Is it still coming? Maybe. What the hell am I supposed to do?
Deactivate the whole damn account. Yes.
Good bye my fickle facebook friends. You need not see my lingerie clad décolletage today.
Breathing starts to return to normal.
Hands still trembling.
Hubby texts once more. He wants me to re-send.
Ha! Are you bleepin kidding! Not a chance mister!
What did I learn?
I am just not that adventurous, and if I am going to pretend to be, I had better check twice before I press send!
Hope you still love me!