I went on to Gmail the other day, unsuspectingly, and was greeted by a new email informing me my father had sent me a Facebook message. Fabulous. He told me that he couldn't remember which of my phones was working and he thought this was best way to contact me. Um... hello Daddy. Ever heard of a little thing called email? At this point I think he's just messing with me.
I was retelling the story to my sister, who apparently was sick of being the only sibling not friends with our father. She informed me that not only had she friended him, she had written on his wall: "I really can't believe you're on facebook". Couldn't have said it better myself.
In response to her post, continuing in his love of FB msgs he said:
"Hey I didn't know if it would be OK to write on your wall so I'm sending you a message. I'm glad they didn't have this when I was in college...there would be too many incriminating pictures out there.
Be good!
Love daddy"
So many amazing things in this message. The fact that he know it wouldn't be okay for him to post on her wall. Plus 5. His comment about incriminating pictures. Ew, Minus 5. Be good! Totally expected, and probably necessary. Plus 5.
I, of course, focused in on the fact he could even write on her wall. I instantly wrote her an email to clear things up:
"Can he see your wall???"
"He could but then I changed it."
"Ha, awkward!"
"Yeah well, I didn't realize. Plus a girl had just written on my wall about me baby oil wrestling."
Classic.
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