The Facebook Blunder

So I hardly go on Facebook anymore. I guess the only person worth stalking married me. I just stalk him in person now. I guess that's what makes this Facebook blunder so embarrassing. It's just Good Ol' Me blundering around on The Facebook that functions differently every time I log on.

This particular time it started off very normal. I looked up my friend. Dee Smith had commented on their wall. The picture of Dee Smith was a dog. Since my friend's last name is Smith I thought, "Oh my gosh! They got a dog and they didn't tell me! AND they made a Facebook account for their dog!" I sent out a friend request immediately to their dog.

. . . Then I thought, oh crap. Isn't Dee Smith their uncle-in-law?! That's just weird of me to be sending out Friend Requests to my friend's extended relatives. I must be pretty desperate for friends. Or a creepy Facebook person. So I posted the whole misunderstanding on my friend's wall do dispel any question of my sanity and apologize in advance for any weird remarks they might get at family reunions.

And then I went back to Dee's page and read over some of the comments - which were weird. Then I looked at all of the pictures of Dee . . . lots of dog pictures. And then it dawned on me. Dee IS a dog. Then I had to go back to my friend's wall to explain myself again. "Sorry for thinking your uncle was a dog and then realized he really is a dog. I mean, sorry I sent out an irretrievable friend request to this dog you know. But I don't know him, you know? Can you just tell Dee I wasn't trying to be creepy!? Thanks."

That's how I roll. When I'm on Facebook.

- Lady