I’ve had a Facebook ‘friend’ request.
From my daughter.
Which is sweet, it is an indication of the kind of relationship – and how close to each other we are within that relationship – that we have.
But I can be just the teensiest weensiest bit sweary.
Now and then.
That’s the only reason I was flapping around last night, examining the various security options that were open to me.
Eventually, and after a lot of thought on the subject, I’ve decided to stop faffing around with privacy.
I’ll just ease back on my, erm, forthrightness on Facebook.
Maybe it’s time I started growing up.
A little.
You might want to nudge her in the direction of tightening up Facebook security on her personal information – she’s either got it totally unlocked or set so friends of friends can see her Info tab and I doubt you want her broadcasting her age and other online IDs to the entire internet…
She’s grown up into a stunning young woman though, you must be very proud :o)
Kids on facebook, tis difficult.
Send me an e mail Bren, and we can meet in ‘real’ life, as you know I don’t generally do ‘real’ blogging.