Husband has discovered Facebook.
I say discovered but that's not strictly true: he's known about it and my obsession for a long time, and has called it a time-waster. But now he's finding out just how much of a time-waster it is.
It took him a good morning to set up an account and then several more hours in total asking, 'What's this? Why does it do that? How do I do this?' As I usually don't know the answers the hours quickly mounted up. But now he's there and having a great time.
He's decided to post lots of photos so each time I come to Facebook I do so with some trepidation for fear of what he might have exposed next. When I had an email saying '...tagged you in a photo with fuzzy hair,' I groaned. Oh no, which horrendous photo had he used - the selection is wide after all. It turned out to be innocuous - this time anyway.
And of course he's started commenting on others' posts. Younger Son was complaining of a bad eye infection and Husband wrote GWS.
GWS? GWS? Younger Son and I both screeched in indignation. (Younger Son feels the same as I do about text-talk.) Husband reassured me by saying he had no intention of using text-talk for before or see you or any of the others. No, he's going to make up his own.
Can you hear me sighing?