JuicyK is Officially “Twitterpated”

When I think of the word “twitter”, quotes from “Bambie” always comes to mind:

Flower: [about two birds fluttering around] Well! What’s the matter with them?
Thumper: Why are they acting that way?
Friend Owl: Why, don’t you know? They’re twitterpated.
Flower, Bambi, Thumper: Twitterpated?
Friend Owl: Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You’re walking along, minding your own business. You’re looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head’s in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you’re walking on air. And then you know what? You’re knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!
Thumper: Gosh, that’s awful.
Flower: Gee whiz.
Bambi: Terrible!
Friend Owl: And that ain’t all. It could happen to anyone, so you’d better be careful.
[points at Bambi]
Friend Owl: It could happen to you…
[points at Thumper]
Friend Owl: … or you, or even…
[Flower looks at Owl shyly]
Friend Owl: Yes, it could even happen to you!
Thumper: Well, it’s not gonna happen to me.
Bambi: Me neither.
Flower: Me neither.

Maybe it never happened to them, but it has happened to millions of people.  Thanks to Jason and his literal interpretation of our deal, it happened to me too.  I officially joined Twitter.

I love ‘em too

Jason’s comment about candy reminded me of one of my favorite t-shirts sitting in the closet at the moment.  I remember working at the library circulation desk and wearing the outfit pictured below.  A guy walks up to check out a book.  After reading my shirt, he points and asks, “Is that true?”

I answered, “More than you know.”  Jason may enjoy the candy, but I love the real deal.  Go, nerds.

More of my buttons for Jason

Another installment of my car story will be up tomorrow, but tonight there’s this instead.

A few weeks ago I wrote about receiving gifts or discounts from people and wondered what this generosity could be attributed to.  I’m sticking to my belief that this mystery discount is from treating people well enough that they want to show their appreciation.  My male friends are much more cynical, giving credit to only my anatomy and gender.  As a response to this cynicism I decided to illustrate my interpretation of Mr. Weaver’s comment: “Lots of cleavage works too. :)

Yeah, cleavage works, but that isn’t much of a mystery.  The obvious way to male generosity is generally reserved for beer tub nights only, anyway.