Why Facebook and husbands don’t mix

I recently wrote about Why I’m Unfriending My Husband On Facebook I guess the world felt sorry for him, because he’s now been besieged by lonely women from across the country who want to be his “friend.”  

“If your wife won’t put you on her page, I’ll put you on mine Big Boy,” wrote one enthusiastic reader from Buffalo. 

You’re welcome to put him on your friend page sweetie, but I’ll let you in on a little secret, I didn’t really take him off mine.   You see I’m kind of like,  a humor writer, and part of my job description is to make fun of my family,  and part of making fun of them is exaggerating our antics.  

Yes I know, it’s not quite as glamorous for them, as if I were say a movie star, or rock star, and my job was to dress in tight leather and adopt impoverished children.  But hey, mom has a paying gig, and part of the job is sacrificing her family on the alter of America’s funny bone. 

I try to never embarrass my kids, but my husband?  He’s a big boy, in fact he’s an even bigger boy than when I married him, so I figure he’s grown a tough skin.   

What do you think, should comedians and humor writers make fun of their family or not?

And should I tell my husband that all of my ex-boyfriends are now sending me Facebook notes.  Yep both of ‘em.  

And guess what?  They’re Twittering me too.

You gotta love the Internet and airbrushed pictures, I was never this popular in high school!

Save Me: My Daughter Wants To Enter A Pageant

Where did I go wrong?  I bought her the tinker-toys and the trucks.  I read her the book about how girls could be President too.  I took her to work with me.  I introduced her to my girlfriends, the lawyer, the doctor, the teacher, the minister.  She even had a woman pediatrician.  

And now she comes home telling me she wants to enter the Little Miss Dogwood Pageant.  

What would Gloria Steinem say?  What would my mother, the chemist with a Masters Degree say?  

It’s official, I am a terrible mother, I might as well have smoked crack when I was pregnant.  

My 11-year-old wants to enter a pageant.  Oh sure, they say there’s a personality component, wink, wink, a call for world peace and a cheesy grin will probably be all you need fot that one.  The important elements are  the runway walk, the cutest eyes competition, the most photogenic award. and I bet my baby will clean their clocks when in comes to poise and talent. 

I am about to become a pageant mother.  I wonder where you can get a good deal on a size 11 evening gown and a used baton?

Does Sarah Palin give coaching?