Tagging Mom
The two things I enjoy most in life are, in no particular order, tagging a sexy lady and tagging Facebook photos.
After taking a nostalgic look through my Facebook photos last evening, I came across some pictures of my mother from Christmas 2006. Realizing that we recently began a burgoning internet relationship in addition to being mother and son, I decided it would be a good idea to tag her in these photos.
As the old saying goes, the road to a bitching mother is paved with good intentions.
A mere 10 minutes after tagging momma Muldowney, I got a phone call from her yelling at me for it. Mom told me to take the photos down from her “myspace” (she referred to it as Myspace at least 5 times, even though I corrected her and told her it was no longer 2005). She said she was embarassed by the photos since they were taken before her weight loss (pictured below): “I’m in my pajamas singing karaoke in that one and my boobs are hitting my knees.”
I tried to talk her into keeping the tags, but she would not relent, claiming she did not want to show embarrassing photos to all her friends. My rebuttal, informing her that she only has three friends on Facebook, me being one of them, was ignored.
Eventually, the argument ended and I relented after promising I’d take a “nice” photo of her so she could post it as her default picture. Mom deleted the tags and moved on to more important things, like calling me every day and bugging me about finding a job.
