7.28.21
- Tell people happy birthday on Facebook.
I send a card or a text.
I’m old and don’t know how to not tell everyone of my friends that I said Happy Birthday to one of yours.
- Respond to a same post on different platforms.
If I said sorry for your loss or great job to your daughter on Facebook I won’t say it on Instagram or Twitter. Or any other site that I’m not a part of. Or even know of…
- Post every living thing I think or do on Facebook.
I am part of a family that does not take good pictures. Most of my family photos of when me and my brother when we were young were of the sky and maybe our heads. Whatever we were holding or doing wasn’t apparently important. So picture taking is not in my genes. Hence, I do not take multiple photos – or any photos, usually – of every place I and/or my family goes. This includes pics of things we’ve either all seen either in person or online – ie: Mount Rushmore (no people in it, just Mount Rushmore). You know the people “Oh, we went to the North Shore this weekend – totes fun!” And then shows four photos +19 more on their page. Who actually scrolls through all of them, I always wonder. Grandparents maybe. But even they are probs so inundated with photos of Little Johnny that they too just reply – “Looks like you had fun!” without actually looking at the fun.
- Ask questions on social media that I could easily look up myself.
What time is the DMV open? Fireworks say they’ll begin at dusk. When is that? I mean, have fireworks ever in the existence of fireworks started before dark? Oh yeah, THIS year they’ll start at 5 so Grandma can see them with Junior before she goes to bed. Or, tonight they’ll start at 8, you know, after the season finale of CSI: Milwaukee, Season 32.
- Talk someone’s ear off.
Always leave your audience wanting more, I say. Even if that audience is your husband.
- Look people in the eye at the grocery store.
I just want to get in and out as fast as humanly possible, even if that means occasionally grabbing Lite mayonnaise instead of regular (gross, by the way but hey, glad I got out of there in 20 minutes without having to stop and talk to anyone).
49 and Counting 