There are so many things that I love about Facebook. I love that I have connected with old friends, and that I can see pictures of them and their families. I love sharing what my family is up to, even when that means the next time I see someone they know everything about us. I especially love my friend David’s Odd Question of the Day that has me trying to decide things like whether I would like a time machine or an easy button…I went with the easy button.
Now that I am working from home, Facebook is also my water cooler, so I love the funny comments and witty banter.
Sometimes though, some tiny piece of information on Facebook takes on a life of its own, and it turns into this:
I was sitting at home on my computer, working, when the home phone rang. It was my mother-in-law (MIL) calling, so I answered.
MIL: “Are you moving to Toronto?” slightly panicked
ME: “No, what would make you think we are moving to Toronto?”
MIL: “Why does it say you are moving to Toronto on Facebook?” (She’s not even on Facebook)
ME: “It does?”
When I signed up for Facebook, I lived in Toronto. I have since moved back to the small town where I grew up, and married my high school sweetheart. We live close to most of our family, including my mother-in-law. Anyway, I never changed where I lived on my Facebook profile.
My husband’s cousin, who lives in Barbados, saw that on my profile and called her mom to ask if we had moved. Her mom called Tom’s mom to ask if we were moving, and then, she called me thinking we were moving and hadn’t told her… cause we’re assholes like that.
So, for those of you who were wondering, we aren’t moving.
Now I feel like I need one of these.