And even worse when you are all alone.
I’m tweeting, y’all. #IhavenoideawhatthefuckIamdoing
It was three months ago that my Twitter naivete was actually blog fodder. I will even cop to being a little bit proud of myself when I said “I don’t tweet.” But times are rolling on and I felt like it was time to get with ’em. So, follow me. Or whatever the hell you do. And I will follow you. And you can tweet back at me #thatwasashittytweet and I’ll be all #whatthefuckever.
So. That’s what’s up. It’s Monday.
MQD loves it when I am ridiculous. He pretends it is absurd, that my outlandish behavior is completely out of hand. But I never, ever see him laugh harder than when it is at me.
Last night we were watching television, New Girl. Clever little show, we like it. Recently on Fox television shows they display a word with a hashtag at the bottom left hand corner of the screen. I suppose if you were inclined to tweet about the show, in particular that scene you were watching you could do so and then follow along with other viewers. Right? That is how Twitter works, I guess.
I don’t Tweet. As evidenced by the fact that I said during the scene on New Girl about a coyote “huh. #meepmeep, said New Girl.”
Only I actually said “Pound MeepMeep.”
“You mean hash tag,” he asked me.
Dumbfounded I stared at him. “But it’s a pound sign, right? Right?”
I still don’t see what is so hilarious. It is a pound sign.
Whatever. He didn’t think it was all that funny the other day when we saw an “Intelligent Vehicle” (as he now refers to them) on the highway. “Is that a Smart Car?” he asked.
A what???? He wouldn’t repeat it. I’ve mentioned he’s from Boston, right?