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Shameless Idiocy

I can't believe I did this. It's one of those things that make me shake my head, grit my teeth and resist the urge to throttle myself.  I blame Facebook, of course, and the technology that surrounds us. Yes, that's the problem.

Faceback has a pleasant reminder system about birthdays. Each week it sends me an email. "You have friends with birthdays this week. Write on their walls." Details of who and when are provided underneath. 

Sunday's notice came in. One was for my neighbor, Walt. I checked it out and thought, "I'm not writing on Walt's wall on his birthday. He told me he never goes on Faceback and he doesn't know why he has it." Delete. 

Never occurred to me, hey, tell the wife. Ensure she knows its Walt's birthday. Ensure we acknowledge it. Nope, all that went right past me. 

The wife came in yesterday and told me Monday had been Walt's birthday. It was only then that I realized my shortcomings. 

We took belated birthday action, of course, but oh, boy. File it away as another teaching moment.