***This post contains profanity so if your sensitive with that please move along.
Well Facebook has gone and done it again.
They completely and totally messed up my whole Tuesday morning by rolling out their new like button. I didn’t even know it was there until someone on Facebook said, “Hey, what do you guys think about the Like button?!” and I was like, whaaaat? I don’t see it. Where is it? And then I saw it but I couldn’t find out how to use it. I pressed on the little faces but nothing. And more nothing. Then I realized I had to hold the Like button down for a few seconds annnnd there they were. Then I hit the angry one when I wanted to hit the love one. Great. I just pissed someone off. Delete. Delete. Delete. DELETE!
Stop messing with my shit.
So the rest of the morning I was kind of concerned about it.
How is this going to affect my page?
Somehow, somewhere at some point in time this is going to fuck with what I already figured out about Facebook.
Well, what am I going to do about it?
The only thing I can do. Have fun with it.
So this is how I spent my day with Leroy in Facebook Reactions:
Wake up to Leroy sitting nicely by my bedside:
I love you Leroy.
Have some fun playing with toys. Get head butted.
Hahaha. You’re awesome.
Go to let the dogs out and Leroy races down the stairs knocking into my right knee which has been KILLING me for the past few days. So he knocks into me and I knock into Sherman’s bad knee. Sherman stops and sits down mid stair and I fall down and Leroy gets to the bottom and turns and around and starts barking at us like WE’RE the idiots.
Wow. You’re a real dick.
Decide to head off to the pet store with Leroy. You know, to reward his dickhead behavior.
Yay! Dog fun!
Leave the store and go to get back in the car and Leroy decides he doesn’t want to jump in the car. So I bring out the dog ramp and he refuses to use it so I fold it back up and put it in the car and he jumps right in.
You just wanted to see me struggle, didn’t you?
Get home and have to take Bobby to the store and while I’m out the husband texts and says Leroy had diarrhea.
Oh no. It’s because I called him a dick.
Get home. Go outside and inspect the bowel movement in question.
Give Leroy a hug and apologize for calling him names.
I love you Leroy.
Think really hard about why he could have diarrhea.
Remember the HUGE pile of deer poop he ate a few days ago back in the woods.
Ohhhhhh. That’s right.
*Facebook Reactions courtesy of Facebook.