Twitter, we have a problem.
Apparently I’m finally popular in high school, except I’m um, some 30 years late.
Here’s what went down:
On Twitter, I unleash my inner mean 8th grade girl: I’m not proud of it. Okay, maybe a little bit proud. I heckle parents (anonymously) at Open House. I berate high school administrators (anonymously). I taunt power companies and local political leaders (not-so-anonymously). I give running commentary of parent crazies at soccer/swim/basketball/lax rather than watch 12 year olds run around (thank-god-anonymously or my kids would never get playing time).
And, while I’m not proud of this (because I got caught), I admit I did provide a live feed of Kid2’s arrival of first date with handsome upperclassman, which went as follows; start at bottom and read up:
Which I continued, nervously tapping away while waiting for a FOOTBALL player no-less, arrive to whisk my perfect daughter away. Again, start at the bottom (or email me and teach me how to reverse the order, thankyouverymuch).
The live action tweet didn’t phase Kid2, or rather attractive husband, or the seven 14 year olds giggling like bobbleheads with bells. Because seriously? No one is listening, no one is reading, except one local Dad who inadvertently discovered we were neighbors. Oops.
Everybody else who follows me is Canadian; for some reason I’m very big in Canada.
Didn’t stop tweeting: bottoms up people:
Second locked account. Geez. We have to escort you into the 21st century. How do you think they run their facebooks?
Robin K says
“My Kid is on Twitter” Skit you not.
Mrs. Tuna says
Next move…..eat your young.
Kathy (p/t writer, f/t mom) says
Okay. Unlocked but blocking twitter teenage spawn. Decision made.
This is taking up way too many of my braincells.