I almost gave my husband a heart attack, people. He got a flat screen TV for my room for New Year’s. And I connected it to my cloud so that when I pause it, random photos from my cloud appear on the screen.
Apparently, N had no idea this was an option. Yesterday he came into my room and started talking to me. All of a sudden, his face went blank, with a sort of a frozen, terrorized look. He pointed to the screen and croaked, “Who is that?”
“It’s your daughter Klara,” I said.
“How did she get there??” the poor man asked.
Imagine seeing your own child on TV all of a sudden. That could be very disturbing.

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