Thank you all for your encouragement on my whining post about my high cholesterol problem; you’ve made me feel so much better about my situation.
So, the other night I was explaining to the Coach about my Biore Strip experiment and how satisfying it was. Of course, you know he wanted to join in the party because what else do you have to do on a Friday night after dinner these days? NOTHING, that’s what.
Lord, I thought I might die from laughter. First of all, after the allotted 15 minutes when he went to pull it off, he complained about how much it hurt. Did he not get the memo? BEAUTY IS PAINFUL!
After he removed it completely, I looked at it astonished. So much unclogging happened here.
Coach: I DON’T SEE ANYTHING.
Suz: I‘ve seen smaller stalagmites before. You can’t see the MOUNTAINS on that strip?
Of course, being the good wife that I am, I took a picture and sent it to the girls. (I’ll refrain from showing this to the inter web)
Have I incited any Biore Strip sales this past week?
Suz complains about all things FB
At dinner last night the Coach and I had a conversation about his Facebook privacy. Well, it was more like this: Why the hell do you ‘friend’ our employees, I don’t want everyone knowing our shit!
Turns out that my smart as heck husband didn’t realize you can simply make your stuff ‘private’ for only your friends. He thought that if he ignored a FB friend request from an employee, they could see that you were actually active on FB and then hold the ‘ignore’ against you. Ppsssshaaaw
I like to keep our business and personal life separate. Call me crazy, but I don’t need people to know where we spend our time and money because you know how people are, someone will hold it against you at some point. NOT that I put anything crazy or super personal on the FB.
I went further to explain that there is no way in hell I’d put on FB about our GA house. You see, I’m much more comfortable sharing it here, on the internet with people who I don’t know than I am sharing it with family members. Go figure.
**Speaking of FB and oversharing, I have a friend who I grew up with, but have not seen in person in at least 37 years. God bless her, I know she’s a nice person and she comes from the very same humble beginnings as I did; broken family, single Mom, lots of dysfunction. But she makes me crazy on FB because most of her status updates go something like this: Checking in at the Porsche dealer; time for a new car—my husband LOVES me SO MUCH!! Should I get red or black this time?! Goodness. I’m sure that most husbands LOVE their wives but can’t afford a $100,000 car. I understand being happy about ‘stuff’, but really? It’s too much. ***
Lord, if I’m ever come across as that superficial, please give me a very uncomfortable splinter on my right middle finger as a sign.
Well, now I feel like I’ve overshared today.
So, are you as transparent on FB as you are on your blog? I know some (Kari) of you have quit FB, so refrain from blocking me and this post.
Sharing is caring, but oversharing can leave a bad taste in your friends’ mouths.