"Do you think we should go out to dinner?" - Yes, of course.
"Which pair of shoes goes with the dress better?" - the blue ones.
"Can you believe what Jane did last night?" - no
"Can you get over .... blah, blah, blah... - no, yes and only on Fridays.
I have an opinion about absolutely fucking everything. Again,
This, my friends, is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because there is no MAYBE with me. You will know if I like you, you will know if I approve, and you can damn well bet that if I tell you something looks, tastes or sounds fabulous... I am not lying.
On the flip side of this coin I often find myself with my foot in my mouth. Enter... today's story.
So...
Like nearly everyone else I know I have a Facebook page. I will openly admit I use it to spy on my kids and their friends. This... is every parents job. If you have a teenager and you are not following them on Facebook, you suck. I also go on Facebook for the following reasons:
1. I live vicariously through the lives of other people.
2. I am a voyeur. I've come to terms with it. Watching people is more fun than watching TV. You simply cannot make up some of the shit you see on FB.
3. Sometimes I really like the stupid sayings people post. They make me smile.
Anyway I creep all the time. This (in my vernacular) means that I read all about people and rarely post a thing. I do not brag about my kids or my husband or whine about bad days or laundry list the sicknesses that are going through my house. I just click around looking for links to interesting stuff... then click away.
Today however (for no real reason) I did not slam on the brakes fast enough and before I could stop myself - I typed. You see, although I am used to putting my foot in my mouth in a room full of strangers or calling out the white elephant... I forgot that on Facebook, the room is REALLY big and white elephant has cousins.
HO-LY-SHIT.
Check out this picture:
I think this color combo is ridiculous. Truly I do. I am simply not a fan. I call this one the "shocktop". (WTH were you thinking... )
I know several people who go with this style and change the colors with the seasons. Unless you are current rock star, I'm just not feelin' it for you.
So.. when a long time acquaintance from high school (seriously I probably spoke to her a total of 15 times back in 1988) (and yes, no idea why I originally accepted her friend request) wants to know...
"do you think I should cut and color my hair like this?"
It took me a mind numbing 2 seconds to tell her the truth..
"Hell no, not unless you want to start whoring or have recently signed a deal to play SXSW."
oops... the filter came off. And her band of merry men ran off the rails to her defense. Apparently this style and color is extremely popular in small town Alabama. Who knew?
Frankly, it may actually match the camo and pink sweatshirt that reads "Jesus loves me" that I saw her wearing (on fb) last week. My bad.
Listen - if you don't really want someones opinion. Don't ask for it. I'm pretty sure I just got "unfriended".
