The house is quiet. My seven overnight guests have left and my husband and the kids are still at Grandmas. Dishes are soaking. There’s a list of book recommendations on a post-it note on the table. I’m in my slippers with a cup of coffee, alone for the first time in months.
I might have even eaten a cupcake for lunch.
What do I do with my precious time?
Finally get on Twitter.
I’ve resisted for-ev-er, but knew it was only a matter of time before I signed up. As for hashtags and handles, I am so clueless. Enlighten me.
Of course I ran into a problem already– for some reason can’t import my email addresses to see which of my blog friends are on there. The Help menu is no help.
Therefore I’m asking in my sweetest, most humble voice– if you have a minute, would you mind following me? My 3 followers would appreciate some company. And of course I’ll follow back.
My handle (is that what it’s called?) is makinglemonade1.
And now… a nap. The couch is begging to be napped on. Right after I follow a few more friends on Twitter, of course.
:: Edited to Add: I should mention that it was 100% worth all the cleaning, cooking, and planning to host this get-together. Two friends flew here, several had drives over 3 hours (one was 5 hours long!), and the rest completed acts of schedule juggling heroism to attend. Staying up talking until 1:30 AM by the fire, recounting old college stories? Priceless. Friends are truly food for the soul. ::