Life of Wry

It’s five to twelve and I’m about to turn into a pumpkin. I have no photos to share and no stories to tell, so in the next [now] four minutes, I’m going to share a picture I took last week and posted to Facebook with the caption, “hanger management.” Pretty clever, Peterson, I thought.

People who commented had lots to say about how I hang up my clothes and how I should coordinate the colors of the hangers with the colors of my clothes… as though it were truly a post about managing one’s closet.

Which it wasn’t.

I had been hanging up a shirt that morning, and as I did hanger management popped into my head and I thought, “I’m postin’ that!”

So I did, without explanation, assuming people would get the pun.

They didn’t.

Which was kind of embarrassing. I mean, I am not particularly proud of my closet organization, so I’m sure not going to post a picture of it, and even if I were, I certainly wouldn’t post a status update about it. I lean toward the serious stuff on Facebook–vacation foot shots and slo-mo flying peacocks.

(Really, check them out.)

I even posted this today, because I thought it, too, was worth a heh heh.

Not my picture but I liked it. Caption: Mac now supports Windows.

Funny, huh?