You know how twitter works? You have 140 spaces to tell your twitter-friends what you’re doing. I’m not sure why people like it or why anyone would want to read the play by play of a sahm. But for some reason, it’s kind of addicting.
You can even enable your phone so you can text straight to twitter. You know, in case you ever see 2 unicyclists racing down the road and you just have to tell someone. (This happened to me a few months ago.)
Well, while Lydia was at Camp Primo, dh and I took a mini-vacation to Atlanta. I wish I’d twittered our adventure. So, let’s pretend you twitter and it’s last weekend. And for some reason you’re interested in my entire life, ok?
http://twitpic.com/6wm1 – …and here she is on the way to cousin camp. yes, they have their own camp tshirts.
Just booked a hotel for tonight–the Westin and their heavenly bed! *sigh*
Ugh. We have to drop dh’s truck off at stupid shop before we go.
It’s 10:00. Just checking in. We’re staying in a tower.
I’m hungry. I want to go to the Waffle House. The closest thing is The Hard Rock Cafe. Guess that will do.
Who brings 5 year olds to the Hard Rock at 10pm?
57th floor. In 20 seconds. This is like a roller coaster!
Look at our view!! http://tinyurl.com/5m5fsr
Good night, tweets.
It’s 10:30am. IN THE MORNING, FOLKS!
We’re staying in a sundial!! http://tinyurl.com/6knpl7
Off to lunch and a movie. Hopefully the pirate will let me walk with no pain. Ha.
The guy taking our tickets for Batman is waaaay too excited about his job.
Two hours and 50 minutes with no potty break? Oh, please be still, little pirate!
Can you have a crush on a crazy person? Heath was freaky and awesome.
Dinner at Rosa Mexicana. OMG. Guacamole. Chorizo. Salsa. Salsa. Handmade Corn Tortillas. Viva la Mexico!
*sigh* Heavenly Bed here I come.
Good morning, tweets! Waiting for hubby to bring up breakfast from S*bux. Doing the crossword puzzle in the paper. I’m terrible at it.
Shopping at IKEA!
Just saw some friends from Birmingham. Oh, I hate it when you can’t place someone!
What’s wrong with this picture? Mommy & Daddy. Pushing STROLLER with DOG inside. Walking DAUGHTER on LEASH.
OMG. Can we tweet about this again? DAUGHTER ON LEASH. DOG IN STROLLER.
Even Cold Stone’s German Chocolate ice cream cannot get that image out of my head. DOG IN STROLLER.
Visiting sil’s new apartment. Jealous.
Off to the Camp Primo Parent Program. Missed my little girl. See you later, tweets.
And that was it. In a tweet-shell. Are you twittering and I don’t know about it? Follow me so I can do the same!