I really don't enjoy Facebook. It's just a personal preference. Mainly, I use it to connect with friends and family that I don't talk with on a regular basis, or connect with high school or college friends I haven't seen in years. Facebook is not on my daily radar. I don't have a farm, I do not operate a restaurant, I just use it now and again to stalk people from my past or people I have just met.
Since people are curious and want to see how much you have aged since high school, or how many grey hairs you've sprouted since you've had kids, generally you want to put your best foot forward. I got a bee in my bonnet and decided that my Facebook profile picture needed a tiny bit of help. The above picture is the before. A picture taken at a family funeral. Hannah has always complained that it was weird because all you see is her boob and the bottom of her hair. Whatever.
I looked through the 6500 or so photos on my Mac and decided that I liked this picture taken at my parents 50th wedding anniversary this summer. Hair, check. Smile, check. Tan, check. A few wrinkles, a few grey hairs, but not as many as in real life. I posted the below picture on Facebook and when I went to add the caption I wrote "50th."
Within an hour I had 5 comments on my picture (do you people have lives?) wishing me a Happy 50th Birthday. What?!? People. I am NOT FIFTY YEARS OLD, not that there is anything wrong with that (almost 50) Laura. My parents celebrated their 50th Anniversary, dimwits. Way to make my day.