Twitter - I think I get it now

So the girls are both on Twitter now, and my nephews too. I'm learning that it's not just a place where celebrities enter every little detail of their pathetically boring lives, but so does the average joe.

I even have my own Twitter account. Seeing how all the possible Wanda-names were taken (who'd'a thunk it?) I was forced to come up with something more original. I did, and here's my Twitter name: WanskiMinski - great, isn't it? Just kind'a rolls off the tongue! Ha! I love it!

Last night, Eric and Kevin showed us a little Twitter for Dummies video that explains why and what Twitter is for. The video explained that emails are for sending documents, notes, and information about something or someone. Twitter, on the other hand, is for letting folks know little tidbits about you or what you're doing, to gain a better insight into who you really are.

Take for example someone who might Twitter "can you believe that the Donald actually FIRED LaToya, instead of that bitch Starr"...would provide an insight to others about (1) they watch the Apprentice, and (2) they don't care for Starr Jones. This is not something you would normally email someone to tell them, but by Twittering, you're still communicating without really formalizing it.

Okay. I think I get it.

Gotta go - now that I'm t'd off again about Donal firing LaToya instead of Starr, I'm going to Twitter it!

Until tomorrow....

Ridiculous dog owners

The other week we were out browsing the line of cars at a local dealership. Me, Rick and Charlie. The salesman was following us closely, adding a comment every now and then. When I found one I liked (car, not salesman) we decided that we would buy it. The salesman needed to get the odometer reading for our car that we were trading in....so Rick headed towards where it was parked. The sun had set, and the wind was picking up....and I was getting cold, so I headed into the dealership. Charlie, ever faithful puppy, didn't know who to follow and was pulling on his leash, this way and that. The salesman stepped up to the plate feeling a deal close at hand, took Charlie's leash from me, told me to go on inside to get warm, and he walked Charlie towards where Rick was. Clearly, earning commission means taking care of ridiculous dog owners and their pets.

Next, we all met with the business manager who's job it was to sell us an extended warranty package. Yeah, right. Not. But we sat there listening to him, blah, blah, blah....while Charlie wandered around the office whining. Finally the guy stopped talking about the warranty, and asked if the dog had to go outside to do his business. Naw, we said. He just wants his own chair.

So, in came salesman with an extra chair for the dog. Charlie jumped up on the chair, smiled and the deal was finalized. We got our new car, Charlie got his chair, and the salesperson took great care of us and ignored the weird glances of other customers who probably thought we were ridiculous dog owners. Which we are.