Finally! The kids are asleep and it’s time to wind down and see what’s going on in the ScrapBooking for Dummies forum. I never sign out, because it’s easier that way. Plus, I’m forever losing passwords.
As the page loads and images take shape, I notice something that makes me uneasy. Either my eyes are playing tricks on me or, right there in a pop up, right in the middle of the screen, is my username in bold, red letters and a caption that reads: You people couldn’t cut a perfect circle and sticky glue it to acid-free paper if your lives depended on it.
I glance at the date. 4/3/2015 At least I’m not crazy. The date is correct. And April Fool’s is long gone. So who would do this? Everyone in the house is clonked out, including my husband. His loud, steady snoring permeates throughout the house. I can even hear my son’s light breathing in the adjacent bedroom. Did my son, Timmy, do this? Did he accidentally mash something? The idea is plausible. Although six years old, he’s more than capable of destroying everything he touches. If he weren’t sleeping so soundly, I’d interrogate him this very instant.
However, right-clicking and pressing delete seems like a viable option; so that’s what I do. In less than two seconds I wish I hadn’t. GlitterMama, you’re nothing but an over-privileged stay-at-home with nothing better to do than play around with glue guns and fancy duct tape.
Oh. My. God. Now someone is making fun of GlitterMama, aka Miss Nelly from Sunday school! Okay. I have to fix this, quickly.
Would you like to log out? Yes.
I unplug the computer and then reboot. The whole time I’m holding my breath, praying the webpage returns to normal.
There aren’t any pop-ups when the site reloads, and I let out a sigh of relief as I join a thread entitled: All You Need to Know about Digital Design. Things are going fine. For a while. And then it starts again, this time in the comment section. WhateverTheFelt, I find your crafts both mediocre and aesthetically challenged. Give it up, girl.
I reason that surely there’s a contact page or moderator. Someone needs to know what is going on here. As I search, I notice an About Us section. I hover over the link and nearly break my finger pressing enter. At this point, if I were that type, I’d show whoever was pranking around a different finger.
Sure enough, another pop-up: HAPPY LATE APRIL FOOL’S DAY.
A gazillion smiley faces attack the screen as the monitor blinks off and on uncontrollably. In no way do I find this funny. In fact, if this is their idea of “fun”, I’ll show them who the fool is. This scrapbooker doesn’t need a stupid site to tell her how to digitally design an album, or anything else for that matter.
Would you like to deactivate your account?