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Update on Facebook Hell

(In order for this to make any sense you need to first read the blog entry below titled My Facebook Hell.)

I know, I know, enough Facebook already!  But I thought I’d end the week with an update on my Facebook dilemma.  Next week anything goes so stay tuned.

Let me preface this by saying my husband does not do Facebook.  He has commented on several occasions that he’s not interested in joining but he would like to take a look to see what it’s all about.  I don’t need to tell you that I’ve been putting him off due to the whole Café World addiction thing.  Apparently my time has run out.

Last night my husband read my blog entry about my experiences with the hell that is Facebook.   Our conversation about it went a little something like this:

Husband: “I didn’t know you were into all that.”  (smiling)

Me: “Uh huh.”  (trying to sound nonchalant)

Husband: “It’s really funny.”

Me: “Thanks!” (thinking he meant the blog entry)

Husband: “No, I mean it’s funny that you don’t cook unless it’s online.”

Me: “Oh.”  (blushing)

Husband: “I think what you wrote is funny too but not as funny as you using pots and pans.”

Me:  “Ha, ha smart ass”

Husband:  “So what’s with the fish aquarium and pet life stuff?”

Me: “Oh yes, my other pets!”  (I shared excitedly)

Husband:  “Other pets?  Don’t we have enough pets already?”

Me:  “No silly, my fake pets.”

Husband:  “You have fake pets?”

Me:  “Yes!”  (for some reason I start talking very fast)  “I have a pet on Pet Life.  I think it’s a dog but I’m not sure.  He’s kind of ugly.  His name is Mo and I have to feed, brush and play with him every day.  I take him shopping and to visit his friends.  Then I go to Fish World and buy plants and other fancy stuff, I feed my fish and sell them.”

Husband:  “You sell your fish…what’s the point of going to all that trouble if you’re just going to sell them?”

Me:  “I sell them so I can buy more!”

::crickets chirping::

Me:  “Then I head over to Happy Aquarium where I feed the fish, clean the tank and mate them.”

Husband:  “You mate online?”

Me:  “I beg your pardon?”

Husband:  “You mate your fish online.”

Me:  “Yes.”  (how did this conversation get so far off course?)

Husband:  “Okay, let me get this straight.  You go online to bathe, brush and feed your ugly pet named Mo.  You take him shopping and to visit friends.  Then you go to your various aquariums, feed your fish, clean their tanks, breed them and sell them for no apparent reason.  After that you go to your café and cook for a hundred of your robotic friends just so you can buy tables and floor tiles.”

Me:  “Well, when you put it that way it sounds kind of lame.”  (pouting)

Husband:  “Not lame, just….well…odd.”

Me:  “You knew I was odd when you married me.”

Husband:  “True, but I think I’d like to check out Facebook.  Maybe you can show it to me on my day off this weekend.”  (Cripes!  I’m not ready to let him into my secret little world and try to head him off at the pass.)

Me:  “But, but…we have to paint this weekend!”  (I pulled that one out my ass)

Husband:  “We have to paint?”

Me:  Yeah, you know, the trim and stuff.  And we have go through our Christmas stuff.  I need a hair cut, you need a hair cut, the dogs need haircuts.”

Husband:  “Our dogs don’t get haircuts.  They have short hair remember?”

Me:  “Well then, I guess I’ll have to show you Facebook.”  (omg am I whining?)

Husband:  “Good, I can’t wait to meet Mo.”

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