In the last week, Garry and I have discovered a little thing called "Facebook". Okay, we are only a few years behind everyone else. But that has given our friends an opportunity to join first, and we've had a lot of fun finding our schoolmates and friends in the mass catalogue of Facebook.
As a female, joining Facebook has been a stressful process. You want to find just the right picture. Something that makes you look fabulous so that boy that was mean to you in High School feels the sharp pang of regret.
So I picked a picture that we had taken at Portrait Innovations with me, Emma & Macey. The picture is okay. In my convuluted, delusional mind, I actually think that I am cuter than displayed, but it's what I had on hand.
The problem is my effort to look cute and successful was horribly sabotaged by my husband.
Alright Facebook fans, check out his profile picture, and you will see what I mean.
Everyone is going to look at his picture and think that I married some fanatic, gun toting, terrorist hating, West Virginian. And, okay, I did. But they won't realize that Garry is really smart and dresses quite well (especially if he will ever wear that nice black sweater I got him for his birthday -- hint, hint) and has a good job and is the perfect father.
Is there anything in the wedding vows that prevents Facebook Sabotage?