September 1, 2008
A few weeks back I convinced my husband to join Facebook. Initially, Jared was reluctant to join another online networking site, claiming that they're too hard to navigate and always changing.
I've got to admit that the man has a point. There was nothing simple about changing a background on MySpace, and now whenever someone tells me to check out their updated MySpace profile I think to myself, "Awesome. Did you just buy a tight pair of Guess jeans and some Pop Rocks, too?"
Because seriously--MySpace is about as hip as the thirteen extra pounds that I'm lugging around.
After a great deal of cajoling and convincing, Jared finally took the plunge and created a shiny, new Facebook profile complete with quotes, links, applications, and 4,000 or so friends.
He also added photos.
Like this one:
That is me, hopped up on morphine and Buddha-only-knows-what-else, minutes after my cesarean delivery of James "Sorry Mom, but I Prefer to Sit Head Up" Lawson.
When I asked Jared why on earth he would ever dream of posting such an atrocious picture in a public forum he replied, "That's our first picture together as a family. I think it's beautiful."
"Right," I said. "Well come over here and we'll snap our first picture together as a divorced couple. Because I SWEAR I'M GONNA LEAVE YOU!"