Metal Meredith

I had a MySpace page for a split second. I got bored of it and kept forgetting to check it and one day, I just deleted it. The amount of crap on there just frustrated me and by going from one person’s page to another, I was really grossed out at all the women that wanted me to look at their butts and men who thought they were way sexier than in real life.

I had a friend on Facebook, so I gave that a whirl. It is mainly the same thing. I never check that one either. But thus far, haven’t deleted it. In my husband’s other life (which is what we call all work things that I find out about ‘on accident’ on all of the sudden that are very out of place in my own world), he also has a Facebook account. I just found out about it today. So he added me as a ‘friend’. Then he added me as his spouse.

My all-time favorite thing about Facebook happened to me today. I think they have me on their site for longer just because of this:

It reads “You have a request from Philip to add him as your spouse”. Oh! The power I had in my hands just then. The ease of “check this box: Are you my wife? Yes __ No __”. Just to be nice, I went ahead with it, knowing that now I am no longer hot, single property on Facebook:

“You are now in a relationship with Philip Hertzler.”

Nice.

*Edited to add* Phil just came home and saw the images in this post. He then added that the little heart icon should be replaced with a ball and chain. *Sigh* He is all mine ladies...ALL MINE.