Thursday, April 01, 2010

Ew. Ew. Ew.

Internet, this is a warning to all of you:

The next one of you that tries to live-blog/twitter/Facebook status update your child's birth--I will come to your home, remove all your electronic devices, and smack you. And you will deserve every second of it. Because, ladies? Facebook does not need to know that Julie just found a brown cow in Farmville and Kayla is 1 cm dilated! OMG! Baby Mikey is low! He's coming soon!!!!

Ick. Seriously guys. At a minimum, let's not assault people on their Facebook feeds, ok? It's too early in the morning to be talking about cervixes.


Tree Hugging 2L said...

Even posting ultra sound pics sort of skeeves me out. Not gonna lie.

All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson