Move on.

I'm giving you fair warning. Today's post? Snooze city.

Yeah, that's right. I'm calling a spade a spade, my friend. You need to move on down, move on down the road. I'm sure that someone else somewhere else has much better things to discuss than I do. I'm a big enough girl to admit that.

So go ahead. Go to Bon Jovi's blog, see if I care. (Actually, if Bon Jovi really has a blog you oughta check it out.)

More fun? Yes.

More important? I think not.

Today's post offers you a few things that you just can't get anywhere else.
Sense. And Sensibility.

First things first. Let me start by saying that my house smells like a campground. I kid you not. I am sitting in my living room and it smells like I just returned from 3 days on a camping extravaganza!

Have you ever been on a camping extravaganza? Weird, wild stuff.

I'm not sure what the smell is nor do I tend to find out until my husband returns home, because it might mean that I have to get up off this couch or do something exhausting like sniff something out. And then I might have to walk all around the house. Or even worse, it could end up with me having to go up the stairs. I mean seriously, could you imagine?

So I will sit in my stench until he comes home and solves the problem. That's why I married him, after all. He's like McGyver except he can't fix anything - but he always hires people who do a great job!

And the second reason for my post today is to tell you about a little something that has come to mean, well heck, it's just come to mean the world to me.

You know I've never been very tech savvy? You did know that, right? We have gotten past the first date here - so you have to have known this about me. So when the AG came home and told me I had to get Twitter, you can imagine what I had to say to that.

First I said, "Huh?"
And then I said, "Well, will you do it because I don't know what you're talking about."
And then he explained it, but still I said, "Please? Will you do it? Because I smell something."
To which he said, "For some reason I am in the mood to go camping."
And I quickly replied, "Twitter it is."

And my lovelies, I haven't looked back.

Here is a video explaining Twitter.

Oh, for Pete's sake it's only 2:56 - just watch it and quit complaining. It's cute. They use cut-outs. Like old school Sunday School!




Okay, so you have to sign up for it. Please? Do it for me. I LOVE IT. Twitter appeals to my nosiness. I like to know what's going on - when it's going on. And Twitter does that for me. It's awesome. And you can keep up with people you knew in High School or famous people. Or you can keep up with me and I can keep up with you....won't that be fun?

Let me give you some great (and practical) reasons why you need Twitter.

See, I "follow" Natalie Grant on my Twitter. So the other day she text messaged this, "Just saw Baby Mama. Hilarious." Okay, so now when I see her in the mall or something and I want to touch her hair I have reason to go up to her and say, "Hey girlfriend, read where you saw Baby Mama. How was it?" And then she'll be all, "It was hilarious. Why are you taking pictures of my hair?" And it will be awkward, but it will be worth it. THANKS TWITTER!

Or let's say I'm at Marshall's or LifeWay. Now if you know me at all then you know I spend on average 38 seconds in either of these stores and then have to race to the restroom as if my life depends on it. Which it usually does. So I would text a message that says, "Something bad's goin' down at the LifeWay." And ya'll would get what I mean and intercessory prayer would spring up all over the place. THANKS TWITTER!

I have a friend from home that "follows me." If he buys an album that he likes he just texts, "Just bought the soundtrack from Gigli. Awesome." Now otherwise how would I have known that? THANKS TWITTER!

Or how 'bout this? I'm sitting at my favorite Mexican dive, Las Palmas, and I'm at a table beside Matt Damon, Angelina Jolie and Scott Baio. Well, I would pull out my phone and text a message that said something like this, "Eating cheap Mexican food, but still don't have enough money for the bill." And then hopefully my dad would read it and like, help me out, asap. Again, THANKS TWITTER!

So you see? Twitter is wonderful, it really is. If you've noticed that little red box to the right, that is my Twitter box. I have it set up so that when I leave a post it comes both to here and to the cell phones that "follow me." That way when I get my hair colored, eat at a great new restaurant, finish speaking at a church and am so excited I could bust, or see something hilarious and have no one to share it with, I just use Twitter to get the word out.

Just wanted you to know in case you wanted to sign up, too. It's free. It's fun. And it's at www.twitter.com.

And you just might find out what in the heck is making my house smell like a KOA.