This might come to a surprise to some of y’all, but I sporadically meander around on the internet, or as the young’uns say, surfin’ the web. Normally, I check out bargains at Cabela’s and Tractor Supply, but I’ve been known to take a gander at my Facebook page. I belong to a couple of groups that are interesting and friendly, unlike most of the crud you see on Facebook these days. I belong to one intellectual group where members posts puns. Another group posts photos from game cameras. I have contributed to the page with several photos of wild hogs and a few shots of no-longer wild hogs that had the misfortune of walking in front of a rifle scope.
I check out sports news from Dallas and Knoxville on Facebook. I used to watch the talk shows on ESPN but so many hosts are ex-players who are as obnoxious as timeshares salesmen. I will also look on Facebook to see if any family members or close friends are having a birthday. For some reason, I can’t keep track of folks’ birthdays. Heck, I’m doing good just knowing the day of the week and that it’s 2019. What’s that? It’s 2020? When the heck did that happen?
On a rare occasion when it’s too nasty to go outside, I will scroll down Facebook and see what else is going on. I frequently see posts that keep surfacing like the head of a snapping turtle in a swamp. Like that stupid meme (are you surprised I know what a meme is?) with some angry woman and a cat. Maybe, just maybe, I thought the original post was funny, but this post is like a meme with herpes. It’s annoying and keeps popping up.
