Tut Tweet, My Sweet?
In an ongoing effort to keep up with the times, I am now the proud owner of my very own Twitter page.
Does that help me understand it? Not exactly. I am trying to figure out why people would be more interested in five second blurbs instead of reading my highly intellectual thoughts in my blog... But who am I to judge? I certainly don't want to be casting any stones around my LCD...
My first update is available here:
But don't expect to be wowed, because as we all know I am a person of NOT so very few words, and trying to sum up what I am up to at the time in a sentence is an absorbing task... So much so, that my update should probably read something along the lines of I am deciding what to tweet...
And tweet? What the heck is that anyway? If you are a Twitter user, you "tweet"... Well, I guess I would rather do that than be a twit.
If you are ever doubting your parenting skills, consult your six year old.
She has pretty much summed up the reason for living.
"Mom, I don't even want to have babies."
"That's fine, bean. You don't have to."
"Yes, I do."
"Yes. That's what girls are for."
Feminists, eat your heart out.