Date nights are rare for parents, even when the kids are teens. While we ate dinner at Gracies, I promised not to use my phone to text, Facebook, or Twitter while we ate. And I was so good I didn’t even sneak into the bathroom just to check messages!
I loved my fortune when it came, snapped a photo and used Hootsuite to post it on Twitter. And then had to reply to the comment a friend made.
After dinner, we went grocery shopping so I could buy enough food to fix spaghetti the next night for 20 hungry adults and teens. When I tried to decide how much meat and pasta to buy, I grabbed the phone, called my favorite cooking partner, and told her, “Phone a friend time. You’re my friend. How much do I buy?” Saved once again, by my phone!
Richard said not a word of complaint as I replied to a few messages through the evening
Then I told him I was going to go urban and wear white flannel snowflake shorts on top of my red and black plaid flannel pajamas.
“I’ll snap a photo of you wearing them and tweet it,” he offered.
I said not a word.
“Think Ashton Kucher with Demi on Twitter, with the bikini shot. This would be your flannel shot.”
“Then I could post it on Facebook and tag you.”
I nodded again.
“Then I’ll alter the photo and use it in a blog for Copper Lion,” he continued. (our digital retouching business)
I nodded again.
“And when you’re finished, my turn. I’ll do my first video,” I finally replied.
“Good!” he answered.
“Topic? How I Bobbitized my husband,” I concluded in the most loving tone possible.
“I think we need to rethink our strategy,” Richard concluded.
Conclusion? I did not wear white snowflake short pajama bottoms on top of my flannel plaid pj’s. No photos were taken.
Our wedding vows included sickness and health, richer and poorer, but didn’t mention Facebook and Twitter. Nevertheless, we’ve hung in there, through AOL, Myspace, today’s online flavor of the year, and will adapt to whatever comes next down the web.
NOTE: This blog began at 7:47 a.m. I asked on Twitter and Facebook which of a series of topics to blog today. Humor – or my attempt at it – won. This is my response.
8:16 a.m. Finished 29 minutes after I began.