Be Careful About What You Post On Facebook

When I’m not working, Kellie complains about the loss of income.  When I am working, she complains about my schedule interfering with her travel plans.  To remedy the situation, Kellie recommended that I get a job that not only pays well, but also allows me to deliver my services from any location. Regrettably, I'm not properly equipped to be the next Deuce Bigalow. 

Since I enjoy blogging, Kellie suggested that I attempt to earn a living as a writer.  Unfortunately, I’ve been a little lax lately about writing on regular basis. My last post, which described my interview with Admiral Rickover, was written more than a month ago. In an attempt to revive my blog and expand my reader base, I tired posting links to Living in Kellie’s World on an assortment of Facebook community pages.  On Petco’s page, I shared links to Absolutely No Pets Allowed. On the Cougars’ Facebook page, I shared a link to Almost a Cougar. And on Johnny Depp's fan pages, I shared links to Johnny Depp, Please and  Kellie’s Boyfriend.

While effective, there were a couple of problems with my advertising campaign.  First, Mr. Zuckerberg apparently took exception to the rapidity of my link sharing, and I received a two-day suspension that banned me from posting links on other Facebook pages.  

The second problem involved my failure to adequately consider the ramifications of sharing certain posts with particular Facebook groups. I posted a link to Kellie Wants to Have a Three-Way on a Facebook page for swingers. It turns out that this was not a very intelligent thing to do.  Who knew?  I neglected to inform Kellie about my marketing strategy, and when she found a few emails from several free spirited couples inquiring about our availability, I found myself in the unfortunate position of having to explain that I was not attempting to solicit additional participants for our bedroom activities.  

This morning I received an especially interesting invitation from a lovely young woman named Sara.  Sara invited Kellie and I over to her place for an intimate, private soiree.  I think the word she used to describe the evening’s activities was a gerund of Germanic origin.  Kellie was not amused.  I sent my regrets.