I joined Twitter shortly after. The sight crashed daily. Then I started accounts on Pintrest, Snap Chat, Instagram, Flicker, Tumbler. I go so far back I even had a MySpace page. Who knew way back in the MySpace age that politicians would try to rule the country with a single Tweet.
There is another power behind a tweet or post. One that is enduring, sweet, and lovely. On any given night my daughter and I sit on the couch together. We have the habit of pausing whatever we are watching to tweet snippets of our conversation only to laugh and laugh.
Tweets are little, spontaneous, and are nothing more.
It has been a long year. And, after a summer of trips and tweets about trips. After a season of hurricane scares. After a fall of college applications and essays, I decided to post a “Best Of” our couch tweets. Because no matter how snide and negative Twitter can get, there is something more.
Yes, tweets are little, spontaneous, and should be treated little, because they are not conversation.
I hope that you enjoy the shared laughter.
Skipping Down the Slippery Side of the Slope - My tweets
Me: well, it was late, and I didn't want to wake anyone up.
Daughter: yeah, but that’s why I had my phone under my pillow so you could wake me up.
Me: I'm so hot, what's the temperature in here - 90 – 95?
Daughter: it's 77.
Daughter: Tesla foresaw the problems with fossil fuels and understood the need for renewable energy; then he created a death ray, fell in love with a pigeon, and died.
And by the way, Donald Trump’s uncle stole the design for the death ray; which may or may not have existed.
Me: (silently watching the Tony Awards).
Daughter: I tweeted about you
Me: yes, I do.
Daughter: no, no, no.
Me: yes, I ship Dev and Francesca.
Daughter: Dreamworks has really gone downhill- they made the masterpiece that is Shrek II and now Captain Underpants.
Daughter: you know who knows all the languages in the world? Groot. So, for whatever questions I don't know on this IB Spanish exam I'm just going to answer I am Groot- because it's technically not a wrong answer.
Daughter standing in the bathroom applying sunscreen: This is why I don't go outside.
Me: look at you - cramming while listening to the Iron Man 3 soundtrack, drinking lemonade from an Iron Man Tervis, wearing a She-Hulk tee.
Daughter: All the stresses from high school have made me regress to middle school.
Daughter: so, I asked on twitter what's the plural for Publix.
Daughter: and, like Publix reached out and tweeted back the answer.
Me: *more silence*
Daughter: Publix Stores
Daughter: yeah, that was the song of the summer 2012
Me: do you remember the summer of 2012?
Daughter: yeah, I was 12.
Daughter: don't go to sleep.
Me: I'm resting my eyes.
Daughter: did I tell you--the major topic of conversation at the sleepover was how we'd all marry Justin Trudeau.
Daughter: sits watching the movie “The Birds”.
Tippy Hedren: trapped in phone booth attacked by gulls.
Sandhill Cranes: squawk in the front yard.
Daughter: puts movie on pause.
Me: now stuck watching the movie with her.
ME: Yum, what’s in there?
Daughter: Butter, brown sugar, vanilla, and maybe some Montreal Steak Seasoning. It fell in.
Daughter watching Pioneer Woman: she makes some sticky stuff.
Daughter watching Pampers Commercial: I could’ve gone through my entire life without hearing that potty jingle.
Daughter watching Friends: I hate Ross.
Daughter: I was going to step on him but then I thought I’d have fly guts on my foot.
Me: I have to get my hair done before we go to LA in case I run into Ben Mankiewicz.
Daughter: That’s it? That’s your LA fantasy? Ben Mankiewicz?
Daughter: Why does this mayonnaise smell like eggs?
Daughter from across the room: Are you tweeting? Are you tweeting about me? What are you doing? Tweeting? She’s tweeting about me.
Me: I really like her hair.
Daughter: Won’t work for you.
Me: What’s a BF?
Me: I see, a boyfriend
Daughter: Well, unofficial
Me: and when does it change status?
Me: What is a DTR?
Daughter: Define the relationship talk.
Daughter: not to be confused with DTF
Me: What is a DTF?