When Tweets Get a ReachAround

Urgent. Will die without reading.

• 16:15 Shoulda done bought one of them swords I seen at the flea market, ya’ll. Reckon I’d use it on my throat right about now. #
• 20:55 Nerd alert: my kid’s under 3 and wants everyone to know he knows what akimbo means. #
• 21:55 One of the cats walks into the room & chooch is all “oh good, a road for my cars” #
• 22:11 I’m so glad last night’s episode of Brothers and Sisters was interrupted to air footage of drunk Steelers fans. I feel dumber now. #
• 01:55 I like it when I start fuming after an hour passes and my bff hasn’t replied to my text, only to realize I tweeted it instead. #

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• 12:18 I’m glad Henrys not here, peeing on my inauguration parade. #
• 13:00 Me, to Chooch: “Daddy doesn’t like Obama.” Chooch, scoffing: “Dummy. Asshole.” #
• 13:26 I did one of my infrequent checks on Facebook & was immediately reminded that I hate ppl. #
• 17:15 Holy shiz, local news interrupted Steelers coverage long enuf to mention there may have been some sort of inauguration thingy today. #
• 21:12 Things like drinking out of a regular cup are embarrassingly exciting for parents. #
• 21:46 One of the guys working on my kitchen sink gave Chooch an extra pair of pliers & I think he likes it better than any of his xmas gifts. #
• 11:18 I don’t feel like a parent so much as a prisoner of the king’s court. 
  

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• 13:59 twitpic.com/15jyd – I wish he was always this calm. #
• 00:23 I think I’m going to become a betting kind of person. #

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• 13:41 Chooch and I will do the “yes/no” game until he gets so frustrated he cries. I’m a winner every time!! #
• 13:42 Today’s round: I told him I changed his name to Smooshy LaBoosh. He said no. I said yes. Five minutes later, he’s red in the face. #
• 16:29 Henry was fraternizing with the gas man. Sickening. #

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