My husband has done a lot of really cool things in his life thus far. He’s toured with national touring bands, his face has been printed on t-shirts (that I wear ever so proudly, I might add), he’s produced awesome records and sound design for commercials and baby toys, and really- the list goes on and on. One thing he has NOT done though is take part in Twitter. Well guys, that all changed this past week when he randomly decided to take the plunge. A little late to the party, yes, but let me just tell you – I think it’s changing his life. Of course, this also meant that it was up to me to train him on it for what felt like hours, but it also brought hilarious conversations and comments. So here’s a special edition of Conversations w/ my Husband, re-titled:
“This is the dumbest thing ever… but kinda cool.”
“Babe. Babe!! I just got a follower on Twitter!” (5 minutes later, he’s still sitting in front of the computer so I ask him what he’s doing) “I’m waiting for someone to tweet me.”
“Wait, so should I just retweet everything? How do you know what is retweet worthy? Why don’t they have a rule book for this kind of thing?”
“So what’s the number sign thing people keep using? How do you get your own number?”
“Katy Perry just tweeted! She’s headed to the VMAs. That’s what she just tweeted.”
“How do I tweet Instagram? Should I get on Instagram? I’m like a social media mogul right now.”
And then my absolute favorite example of this hilarity was found on our dry-erase board that we use for our grocery list:
So yeah. I just don’t know what else to say about it other than I hope the novelty wears off quickly because I’m exhausted.
Today, I’m thinking a lot about my Grandpa. I think about him often, actually, but especially this week as our family prepares for an annual family party this weekend. This will be the first annual family party without my sweet Grandpa and while I have no doubt he’ll be watching down on us during this time, my heart will be missing him so. My wish is that we will remember him throughout the day and our time together, that we’ll laugh and continue to tell his stories, and that we won’t feel sadness, only joy in remembering our sweet Bob Coons.