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Okay, so The Mrs. signed up on The Facebook® a good while back. And, she has enjoyed the heck out of it, too!
Not too long in to her The Facebook® life she took up farming on The Farmville®. Seems that a lot of her kinfolks, friends, etc. do them some heavy duty virtual farming. Now, she is a country gal trapped in town anyway. I mean, she grows a mean vegetable garden when it's not a bazillion degrees (like this year), and loves her some rural junk when we escape the 'hood.
And, I figured that The Farmville® is a pretty innocent pastime. I mean, a lot of guys wives hit the online casinos, or the beefcake dating websites. So...virtual farming is something that a good husband ought encourage. So, one day she said, "I need a few more neighbors on Farmville, but I can't seem to find any."
Being the good husband that I am, I told her to just log on to my The Facebook® account, sign me up, and then she could play both hands against the middle. She could raise up whatever crop she needed on my The Farmville®, and ship it on over to her Farm, or whatever. She took me up on it...and I'll tell y'all...her Farm has grown exponentially since she started conspiring with herself.
Anyway, if you have any The Facebook® friends that Farm, you know that you get at least four thousand little notifications every day about what they're giving, needing, buying, or stealing off other Farmvillians.
Well, tonight I came in from work, and as is my habit, checked my computer letters, online terminal, and finally The Facebook®.
Lookie here what The Mrs. dun sont me!!!
←(You'll have to click on it to get the big picture.)
I swear, that was just so dang thoughtful of her. I mean, it's just what I always wanted!!!
Well, I'd better let y'all go, and go ahead on and get it before it "runs out." I'm thinking better in a bag than just kinda leaking everywhere.
Hey y'all! As most of y'all know, my eldest son is going through a divorce, and will soon be deployed to Iraq. So he's trying to tie up loose ends, and put this miserable episode from his life in the past.
This was on his The Facebook page today.
I'm not even sure if it'll click up big enough for y'all to read...maybe if you click on it, and then again. Not sure. I'll have to post it first to know.
Regardless, thank y'all all for your continued prayers, and concern for the boy man! It means a lot.
Okay, so I'm mowing the grass on this gorgeous NW Louisiana Monday afternoon, and the Snail Mail dude drops a bunch of junk in my box. So, I throw the bills in the trash (they come on Tuesday to pick it up, just in case y'all didn't know), and then I looked over the other more important junk.
This is one of the more important pieces of snail mail what got left in the box.
Nyuk! The Mrs. is gone from the house taking #4 son to our Thailand barber lady to get his hair cut. Man, when she comes back home I'm gonna have one field day with this!!!
I can't barely wait.
Ever since she turned 50 she's been getting all this junk from the AARP, "Senior Dating" sites on the computer (NYUK!), and Facebook referrals to junk like denture services and Rest Homes. I swear, her pearly white skin turns redder and redder with each one.
One of my friends on The Facebook (who I've never really met, but comes up with good junk) posted this shot. Allegedly, it was taken in Marshall, Texas (about 45 miles west of me on I-20), and paid for by a local citizen.
I started to post a link to an online article on my super secret The Facebook account (which I still need to get around to telling y'all about) this morning.
Sometimes, it'll make you enter a word verification. What is the technical name for that? Is it Captcha or something? If somebody knows, please tell me. Anyway, this is what I was forced to type in to post my link.
Hey, maybe they're talking about the one in New York. Okay, I can see that.
