Yesterday I informed Mr. H. that one of my beautiful darling friends had received a bouquet of roses from her husband. You know who you are, sending you warm hugs! I don’t really remember but I probably fluttered my eyelashes implying, joking, that I wanted some romanticism too, a different type of romanticism from me banging out Chopin on the piano. I showed him the photo of the roses. Indeed, the photo was on social media. Also, just for the record, it was the cutest un-perfect photo ever.
Of course this sparked the conversation about if I think everything I see on social media is perfect. Indeed it is not. Obviously not. How can I emphasise this negative opinion even more?