One of my facebook "friends" asked me today if the baby my son was holding in a picture was my grandchild. Umm, no, it is my niece and by the way, go fuck yourself.
Well, that just struck me in the ole ego as much as being invited to a ménage à trois and finding no one else showed up.
I find little consolation in the fact that she hasn't seen me in more than 20 years and technically my son is old enough to have fathered a little bastard. I am not ready to be looked upon as a grandma.
I was on a high for a few weeks when the "Guess Your Age" guy at my local county fair had me 10 years younger than I am. This after guessing the woman in front of me two years older than she actually was. I guess she didn't get the memo that the Florida sun will give your wrinkles wrinkles.
But all that went down the drain with that one question.
Is that your grandchild?
I was actually shocked when I read that some of my kewl kids are already grandparents. I would have never guessed it. Libby was recently so blessed, Tammy is expecting her first and I was surprised to see Kay is old enough to have grandbabies. If I didn't mention you and you are indeed a nana or pop pop
I have solved this ego problem by doing what any other normal person would do. I defriended the bitch and took that damn picture of my son and my niece out of my photo album.
Excuse me, I must go now and photo shop my new facebook profile picture.
Since it is Friday, my link of the week will be photoshop disasters. I can't do any worse than those!
Have a great weekend kiddos.