How to be a Horrible Grandmother on Twitter

miles
Twitter can be a tough place. Hashtags are hard, @ replies make life challenging and it’s possible to tweet the wrong person. @avonsassy has reached new heights of confusion by mixing me up with her grandmother, who is apparently caring for her dog. No amount of logic or photo including my bearded face will keep this teen from her pup.

Here’s the story of how I was mistaken for her grandmother, and a horrible one at that. @avonsassy provides some colorful language, so if that’s an issue at work, use Pocket and read it later.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At this point, my friends start seeing the silliness and are responding, too…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My pal, @rjamestaylor, wraps up the story with a pretty bow…

Deck The Halls Lyrics – Canadian Version

I searched high and low for a Canadian Christmas Caro(u)l. I didn’t find any, so I created one. Merry Christmas to my friends in the snow. I actually don’t know when Canadian Christmas happens, but I imagine it’s one month before ours.

Deck the Halls with beaver pelts,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to eat poutine,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our hockey apparel,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Troll the ancient zamboni,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the mountie here before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the trap and shoot the bear,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Shower me with extra vowels,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of ski doo treasures,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old beer passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye hosers and hosses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the mad Québécois,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Watch your back, Anne Murray.