Now that I am on Twitter, if I had an iPhone, I could tweet about anything that came to my mind. Immediately. I thought that would be fun. Then, I read this stream of texts I sent out last Saturday night.
[ME to my sister] Hubband and I are at Chili's recreating our first date, except we have Cate with us.
[SISTER] Oooooo. But he knows how that turns out, right? Silly man.
[ME] Except this time I am having a margarita, so he might get llucky.
[SISTER] Thanks for sharing. Is "lucky" with two Ls pronounced "YUCKY"?
[ME] LOL Though that's not saying muuch since I'm durnk. (*editor's note: I'd had about two sips at this point, though I did feel intoxicated.*)
[ME] And, Cate is flirting with the cute, but obviously gay, waiter. DOG I need and iPhone so that I could tweet from here.
[ME] Just called Hubband a "jungle lover." Prolly good think I can't tweet from here. Did I say tweet in my last text, cuz I meant tweet.
[ME] Hubband's taken Catie to the bathroom with him because he does not trust me alone with her.
[ME] Can you believe that? Just as well. That brat was cramping my style with the cute, gay waiter.
[ME] You don't seem to be responding. Is now a bad time?
[ME] Hello. Are you there? HELLO! I'm yelling in Chili's.
[ME] Okay, he is taking me to Borders (*book store*), but he is parking at OSH (*hardware store*). What can this mean?
I'm sure glad I didn't have an iPhone that night, or I would have tweeted all of this stuff, and made it public. For the whole world to see. How embarrassing.