Rocking Robin

I don’t have a twitter, nor do I want one. But there is something compelling about trying to tell a complete story or hilarious thought in one hundred and forty words (or is it one hundred and forty characters?). Also, sometimes thinking and typing out an entire blog post takes way too much damn time and brains.

Things I would tweet, were I a Twit:

-My child is singing “Bingo,” but the dog’s name is now POOPIE. I hope Old MacDonald is happy.

-Taking baths vexes me. My boobs always end up cold.

-My kid hasn’t worn a shirt for 48 hours. This might be a sign that we need to get out more.

-I like it when my kids at school wear warning labels:”My Parents are Exhausted,” “Here Comes Trouble,” and “Autistic by day, Ninja by night.” Heh.