to twitter or not to twitter...

"have you been on your twitter yet?"

my man asked late last night as he started his work.

"yes, but i'm not sure i'm any good at it" i replied dejected from the couch, with my blankie in hand... a billion loose ends needing to be tucked away.

my dejection, due to not only the mammoth task of 'finishing off' said blankie but also due to 'Mr thrifty devil', making it all up.

no such 'cardie of lust appeal' was on the racks in my thrift store.

it was all totally crappity crap...

and so it set me thinking about just how hard this challenge could get if one were to need a certain something. not just a 'happen to come across it, oh so lovely' thrifty find but a 'i need it to replace a broken something' thrifty find.

my man proceeded to take a look at my blog on his laptop...

we always go through the "what's the name of it again?" business (i know!) and then he marveled at how fabby his three columns were looking, which i then pointed out looked that way because i had come in afterwards to do a complete overhaul of the 'messy layout' i had been left with...

anyhow, after patting himself on the back for a job well done he clicked on my 'twitter button' and after a few seconds, he started to chuckle, then boldly laughed out loud, ending with what looked to me like tears in his eyes...

"what is it... what's so funny?" i asked becoming slightly alarmed, my 'non cardi thrifty finds' vanishing from my thoughts.

"well, it's like some computer generated system has twittered for you... it's like a code, like someone said you can construct a sentence but only use two verbs and one noun"

he then continued

"and what is a counch?"

"what!" i scrambled off my seat

"you've written 'olive is trying to destroy counch inners'... would that be a couch/sofa or were you talking about a conch shell we happen to have hanging around" to which he chuckled even more...

after his chuckling was done, he decided to offer some advice.

now dearest readers, this is where i imagine you are shaking your heads... for you too are thinking what i am thinking. there are times to pick, when offering advice and perhaps a 'wise man' may not pick this time to offer up such info.

but my man was not a 'wise man', he was a 'foolish man' and so continued upon his 'let me enlighten you' ways, when all he had to do was look up from his laptop screen and read my face like a book, to know the 'unwiseness' of his 'wellmeaningness'.

(that's rather an exciting sentence, i'm quite pleased with that)

"so Tif," he continued "you need to get interesting, you need to twitter from the thriftstore" (sore point indeed) "perhaps from the chicken coop, that sort of thing. i would also advise you to actually construct sentences that are readable, so people know what you are twittering on about".

i replied, quite in control i felt for one who felt a 'twitter fool' of the worst kind...

"but how do i do that when i have a cell phone built in the dark ages, i have no texting talent and no internet access. plus i do feel another thing not going in my 'on the road' twittering favor is the screen is jippy at times, it chooses not to divulge information other than a neon looking blob for viewing purposes? how pray, is one suppose to 'twitter on the go', with such a phone? plus"

i added

"i don't actually know how to twitter in normal sentences, i don't blog in normal sentences half the time. i can't write in a normal way... i fear i am, and i will always be, a creator of sentences who has a mental block when it comes to mainstream writing"

and with a sigh i added

"perhaps i am not cut out for twittering"

to which i promptly went to bed.

feeling like an utter 'twittering' fool... i should never have attempted such a thing.

this morning i mentioned to my man that i felt rather 'put out' by his amusement last night at my twittering expense...

to which he said "it's a new day Tif, just move on".

which 'put me out' even more, until i thought in my head

"oh, sod him" i then felt much better...

since my 'sod him' moment, i have spent many a happy hour with miss ethel, making apron wraps whilst 'little olive' licks off this morning's applied vanilla body lotion from my ankles.

and then dearest readers, i picked myself up off my sewing chair, dusted myself down and purposefully strode over to my desk chair and began to twitter...

she will return tomorrow with 'snippets of color' to start the weekend off on a happy note ~ Tif

footynote: if in anyway i have painted my man in a negative light, this is purely intentional... the 'power of the blogger' can be a mighty fine thing