So there I was. I could go in and look at what his friends were sharing with him and vice versa, snoop through his private messages, peruse all his photos... But I didn't. Just didn't seem right. I know parents who probably would do that, but I realized I'm not one.
First of all, I'm not naive enough to think I could possibly filter everything he shares and what the internet shares back. Plus, I think at his age, he should have a good level of privacy from his parents. Thirdly, I trust him. Finally, I'm just not a snooper.
So I logged him out and logged myself back in. Really, judging from the continuing post-election fallout, his feed is probably more mature than mine is.
This was a good week. I thought I'd work extra on classwork to get ahead for a free Thanksgiving week. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Nice thought...
But we did end up winning this lovely gift basket from Magnum's work. He sent this pic after winning, and I was thinking, "desk could use some tidying..."
Usually around the holidays, their health and safety group has these little contests that involve testing knowledge of health and safety topics. This year was a crossword puzzle on travel safety and a multiple choice quiz on general holiday health and safety. We've always entered, but never won any prizes, although I always end up learning something I didn't otherwise know.
For example, did you know that onions are toxic to cats and dogs? Did you?! Why yes, so don't give them any stuffing!
I did find it rather ironic that the health and safety group gave us this basket of rather unhealthy goodies. I was hoping we'd win the travel kit for the car, but beggars can't be choosers. And it's just nice to be the chosen ones for a change.
Our geocaching streak continues, and yesterday was a beautiful fall day after we finally got some snow and slippery this past week. Yesterday was our biggest geocache haul outing yet. I think we're getting better at finding the teeny and/or well-disguised ones.
Later last night, I found myself back at Guitar Center with Meego. Yet another bass on sale had caught his eye, so he wanted to go "look" at it.
Needless to say, he purchased bass number four. At least he traded in bass number three for it. He assures me this one is "so much better!", and I'll take his word for it.
The place was quite hopping for a Saturday night. Lots of people, who know what they're doing, picking and plucking on various instruments. Kinda made me wish I could've done the same, but nope.