I've been insanely busy lately, although if you ask me what I've been up to the list is very short and unimpressive. I'm not really sure why I feel so busy, all I know is that my son doesn't have any more shirts in his drawer and I'm sitting on the couch catching up on my blog instead of doing laundry. Terrible guilt...
|I would love to have this Auto Pilot in my car.|
I would probably get lost less often.
|Em's Dance Party|
While I've been feeling technically deficient lately, I decided to open a Twitter account. My Pastor has a twitter account. So does C.S. Lewis, and if a dead guy can figure out how to use Twitter, then so can I... I think... probably not. The point is, I can now legitimately type things like #goinginsane and #cantfindmycarkeys, although I have no idea why I would say #anything. I'm also curious as to why it is suddenly called "hashtag" instead of "pound sign" as I have always known it to be. I mean, when you're stuck in an automated phone call it doesn't say, "Press hashtag to talk to an operator." Although, I'm sure that day will come because there will be a whole generation of idiots who think that it's actually called a hashtag. Those are the same people who don't realize that this, &, is called an ampersand. Anyhow, I have a Twitter account. I have yet to tweet a darn thing, mostly because I hate learning new technology. I'll probably master it once everyone has moved on the the next new thing, which has probably already happened, but I don't know about it because I'm a totally old lady who resists technology. Plus, I don't think I will ever really be able to share my thoughts in less than 137 characters.