Me: grumblegrumble nonononononnoooo
Husband: What's wrong?
Me: I won't do it. I won't be the person who has to post scores from every AngryBirds-SimsBuilding-WordsWith-Farmville-ZombieApocolypse game I could possibly play on my FB. It's like viral spam from loved ones. I see the status updates and barely stop myself from hitting DELETED ACT or UNFRIEND THIS!
Husband: Sure you won't.
Me: Nope! No way! Absolutely not! That's enough to get your minivan keyed, house egged and bike tires flattened. I would feed you to the starving zombies myself! Now if I can only setup the new stupid phone to behave correctly.
Husband: Just wait.
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January 27, 2012
as we lounge in bed
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