Hubby just created himself a Facebook account. And he is very excited about this new sport.
I say sport because, he seems to be viewing this new endeavor as some sort of competition. A competition that he is going to win, by God. He is determined to have the most friends ever in the world of Facebook.
I came home from my tubing adventure with him asking me 500 times to "look at my Facebook page, look at my Facebook page." Not a "hello, sweet wife, how was your tubing adventure?" No. It was all, "I have asked 34 people to be my friends and only have 10 responses."
It was hard to break it to him that, well, that most people have been on Facebook for about 9 months now, so looking at their account every 5 minutes is yesterday's news. But I assured him that when everyone is sitting at their desks today that he would have a plethora of friends request and would be that much closer to winning the friend competition that he has created in his pretty little head.
To make it even dorkier, he grilled steaks for us last night, and got my camera out and took a picture of his steak to upload on his page. Really? I tried to be encouraging and by encouraging I mean I just turned a blind eye rather than humiliate him by endless ridicule. Poor guy.
So, those of you that read my blog and also have the privilege of being my Facebook friend. Hook a brother up, please befriend my husband.
He really wants to win.