Clearly, we are idiots

My husband recently created a Facebook page last week to promote himself as a DJ. He has been checking it on and off on my laptop, but to near the degree that I check mine.

He also feels the need to tell me every time he goes on to Facebook, like I'm going to be proud or something. Last night I was hanging out on the couch and he plops down with my laptop and says, "Going on Facebook..." I don't pay much attention until he goes to his requests page and starts naming off all the applications and requests that have been waiting for him the past few days.

Then he starts not recognizing names. I recognize them, because many of them are internet friends or high school friends he has never met. Nathan is ranting about having to keep hitting ignore and getting some many requests in such a little time and I kept thinking, "Why did these people send Nathan this stuff...they aren't friends and he has never met them. I didn't even know you could send people those stupid things without being their friends in the first place!"

Two minutes later Nathan abruptly stops his rant and gets that look on his face. Those of you that are married know EXACTLY the look I am talking about. The, "I just did something really stupid and I am going to have to admit it to my wife."

"Uh, honey, I was signed in as you......so, um, I hope I didn't screw up your page....."

Clearly, we are idiots.