So I was doing something goofy on Friday night (don’t ask; it involved some clowning around with a Swiffer), and my wife was rolling her eyes and chuckle-snorting to herself. And then she came out with the following: “I could Tweet this, but I won’t.”
That’s right, people: I was (deservedly) threatened with tweet-shame. It worked, too.
Can you imagine what technologies our kid, a dozen years from now, will be deploying this way? Yikes.
100 years ago they worried about telegraph shame. at least now we only have to worry about 140 characters….
husband. stop. being ridiculous. stop. just knocked over kerosene lamp. stop.