tomorrow is her birthday

Last week, one of my friend’s Facebook status posts read, “I eat chicken poop and I like it.” An obvious hack by a friend, I’ll admit I snickered. While poop-eating might be funny, Perry and I have clients who have also friended us on social media — so when I turned on a computer Perry had been using to find he was still logged in on FB, I had a dilemma.

Rather than have him announce to the world something sure to be embarrassing, I simply changed his sex to female and set his birthdate for tomorrow. I also changed his birth year too. Buhahaha! And then, all I had to do was wait until someone wished her a ‘happy 86th birthday.’

her birthday

what do you think about…

I’ve been thinking I should do some regular weekly addition here. Like ‘Facebook Friday’ where I share the craziest status post I found for the week. If there was a day of the week starting with an “I,” my new category would have the name ‘Idiot’ in it someplace and would be a whole lot catchier. I would share stuff like I read yesterday…

This dude wrote a long letter and tagged some of my FB friends in it. He used the ‘F-word’ 4 times to start the message. Then he explained that he had feelings for a member of their family — and had hidden said feelings for years. He poured out his heart in hopes that the family would not think less of him, and wanted to publicly announce what he had already shared with his secret love in private. What a horrible time he’s had throughout his life pining silently away for this woman who didn’t (until now) know how he felt! He said, “Get married and have kids toss around a couple girlfriends always wondering why they never lasted… What would it take for you to finally say BLEEP IT! and tell her.”

Then, dude named the chick and linked to HER FB page so I troll it and find she’s married. So I troll her husband’s page and find that he only has 5 friends so he will probably never, ever find out. And then… she liked the dude’s post and all the family he tagged gave him ‘high fives’ and mentioned they wondered what took him so long to profess his love. (All this reading and trolling took about 5 minutes and BARELY made 1st place over one friend whose husband has his eye on some floozy — her words, not mine — from a neighboring county.)

So again, what do you think about ‘Facebook Friday’ here on whatifitdid.com? Next week, I might get to tell about chick’s friendless husband going to jail for battery or worse… or… you might get to see photos of a wedding. Cool, yah?

you lookin' at me?

Or maybe you have the same thoughts about my brilliant idea as Libby. She remains unimpressed.

don't impress me much

changing it up

WhatIfItDid.com is sporting a new design. It will take some getting used to (that is, if I decide to keep it like this), but I hope you give it a whirl and let me know what you think. Having been out of ‘web design’ mode for awhile, it was fun and challenging to create something new and learn along the way. This is the first time I’ve implemented parallax scrolling within a design — to get the effect to work, ‘most recent posts’ are no longer visible from the front page. (Woah! I guarantee that I just pulled those pesky neighbors way out of their comfort zone!)

Speaking of ‘changing it up’ — today is Perry’s birthday. Once upon a time, before changes that sometimes happen as one ages, dude had hair.

Perry once had hair

Happy birthday, Perry!

i usually hate surprises

We have this thing — if it’s your birthday, you pick the restaurant and it’s simply too bad if everyone else hates it. Perry’s birthday is tomorrow and he chose to eat at Seymour’s Tokyo Hibachi & Sushi — one of the newest eateries in town. My favorite sister-in-law, Tammy, walked in a bit late… but about 45 seconds behind her… was my favorite brother! I thought he was in Vegas!

I usually talk to said brother about 5 times every day, and I thought it was odd he hadn’t called. Still, I figured he knew I was working and didn’t want to interrupt. I had no clue it was because he had a secret he probably couldn’t keep if we were to talk on the phone. It was an awesome surprise and I learned something new about Tammy. That girl can keep a secret, you guys. I was so amazed that Scott showed up I forgot to take even one photo after everyone arrived. I ended up with only 3 low, low quality iPhone photos taken before Scott & Tammy got there. This is the best I have to show for a fabulous (other than MORE snow) day…

great day - poor photos

RESTAURANT REVIEW: The food was great — but don’t go to Seymour’s Tokyo Hibachi & Sushi expecting to be seated at a hibachi table with fire and a food-flipping chef making volcanos and choo-choo trains from onions for entertainment. It’s not really a birthday-celebration type place (although they did bring out some hot banana type dessert and sang to Perry causing the usual embarrassment when you admit to being there because of a birthday). It is; however, a fabulous and inexpensive I-don’t-want-to-cook-tonight restaurant that I’m sure we’ll frequent.

she still flinches every time

Gracie made her home with us over 4 years ago. She still has baggage from the short period of her life that wasn’t what it probably should’ve been. In the past 4+ years, she has never been spanked, hit or slapped. Scolding comes quietly as not to make her afraid. Still, every single time I reach down to stroke her, she flinches. Sad really. I guess humans are more skilled at hiding their fears.

Gracie brought other baggage with her too. Like a fear of thunderstorms so horrific that she pants, paces, trembles and tears up rolls of toilet paper (something she would never do otherwise) until the last raindrop has fallen. The second clouds start rolling in — even before the first clap of thunder — she finds a hiding spot to quiver (always under something, usually behind a chair).

So scared of storms

We’ve tried everything from tranquilizers to a crate and nothing helps really. We just know ahead of time that if a storm comes at night, there will be no sleep for humans. Like tonight…