As many of you already know, I’m a tweeter
. I’m also a bit lactose intolerant, but that’s for another day. I know, I know and now you’re all, “What?! She’s just teasing us with this mention of her lactose intolerance? Elaborate woman!” Talk about stringing you along! Next thing you know, I’ll casually mention I’m pregnant. Oh my God Ben just read that and did a mini-throw up in his mouth. I am not pregnant.
Anyhow, I’m on the Twitter last night and
after a few drinks
just before going to bed I tweeted:
I was being facetious. Sort of.
[Keep holding, if you don’t know what any of that meant; I’m about to explain. Also, seriously, I’m not pregnant, but the lactose intolerant thing is the God’s honest truth.]
And then, when I woke up this morning and checked my Twitter feed, I found this response from a one year old baby boy [baby Cole has his own Twitter account to augment his blog - of course he does]: ...Continue Reading