My husband is not on Facebook. I am.
And I use it most often to post pictures such as this...
or this...
(I don't claim to know much about "momming." But one thing I do know for sure--if I can't laugh while I'm doing it I'm missing something)
And on rare occasions there's some of this...
As couples with small children do, my husband and I take turns venturing out into the real world, to drink the occasional
adult beverage and remember how to hold a conversation that does not involve Star Wars, snacks, or bodily fluids. More often than not this means Reuben goes
out as I often claim some combination of the following :
a. I am tired.
b. I already have my pajamas on.
c. I don’t feel like putting makeup on.
d. I don’t feel like putting a bra on.
e. I forgot how to dress myself to go to an adult establishment.
f. I can feel like I am being social on Facebook without having to do C or D.
g. I am tired.
a. I am tired.
b. I already have my pajamas on.
c. I don’t feel like putting makeup on.
d. I don’t feel like putting a bra on.
e. I forgot how to dress myself to go to an adult establishment.
f. I can feel like I am being social on Facebook without having to do C or D.
g. I am tired.
On one such occasion my husband came home after going out with
some friends and said, “Kathy says she loves reading your Facebook posts. She says you’re funny. I was thinking maybe you should start a blog.”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” some would call my reply a crow. “You think I’m funny?”
(Aside: We have been married 13 years. During these 13 years my husband has acknowledged
marrying me for many of my wonderful qualities.
He has never, ever complimented me on my quick wit or my mad dancing
skills.)
“No, I didn’t say that…I said that other people think you’re funny…in
writing…so maybe you should start a blog.”
Soooooo…people think I’m funny in writing?
I don’t have to
change out of my pajamas?
Sounds like a win-win to me.
