The other day my husband hijacked my cellphone. I apparently was sitting right there and didn't notice. My children were there watching and were amused that I was so oblivious. My husband got on my facebook and posted a status on my page. Something about how wonderful and awesome my husband is. He really is, but that's not something I would post on facebook. I'm more of a "reader" than a "poster."
When my daughter finally told me to look at my facebook page, I was amused and sure that all who read the gooey, sugary post about my awesome husband would know that I had been hacked. I was wrong.
I must now be the most envied wife ever to have such an amazing husband. People want to know if he has a brother, or if he can be cloned. And now, of course, I cannot fess up to the joke. So, now, even though I've known it all along, all of my facebook friends now know what a perfectly wonderful husband I have.
I guess I should be happy that at least he didn't post a picture of me napping, with drool going down my mouth.