My family doesn’t post much on Facebook these days. No pictures of the grandkids (which I understand) but Facebook is also how I keep up with where everyone is. At the end of May, I’m guessing they’re all at home, immersed in the end-of-school activities.
I wouldn’t know, even if they did post, because Facebook has Frenched me.
How could that happen? Believe me, I don’t screw around with Facebook settings. I wouldn’t know how. For years I never checked messages and notifications because I didn’t know what those symbols meant.
Just now, I ventured over to the buttons on the right in an attempt to bring myself back to my native tongue. Fat chance! All the options are in French.
Dearly Beloved, who claims to have had five years of French, didn’t even look up from his book when I told him of my dilemma. Pretty sure he’s not ignoring me. It’s more like he’s telling me, “Je ne me souviens pas de la merde !”
Google translate tells me that’s how to say, “I can’t remember shit!”
If you have an idea of how to get me out of de la merde. . . h e l p!!!
If not, “friend” my family members so that you can tell me what they’re up to.
Until then, Au Revoir, Facebook!
PS. Autocorrect changed my merde to merge. Thank goodness for friends who know that merde! (I’ve had to change it three times right here in hand-to-hand combat with Autocorrect.) Phooey! That one is the same in French or English.