Because I Have Text Messages I Never Use

I signed up for Twitter.

Well, actually, it's a funny story:

See, a new Wegman's opened near our house on Sunday. Sad as it is, I got pretty excited about the prospect. Yes. I was excited about a grocery store. Hush.

Anyway, my sister and I decided that we would make a little sojourn to see what the fuss was all about.

This place is foodie heaven. They actually sell truffles. Right there in a locked case in the veggie area. For $699.99 a pound.

Ahem.

So, upon seeing the truffles and then all the different types of tomatoes and potatoes I realized that I needed to blog about Wegman's. And then I thought -- ooh, Twitter. So I called Tim, and though he rolled his eyes so loudly that I felt the earth tilt on its axis, he set up a twitter account for me. And the rest is very recent history.

Now, you can find me tweeting here, or on the sidebar (under Rockin' Robin -- get it?)

Though after all that, I didn't end up tweeting much at the store -- too much to look at. But I bought strawberry champagne cheddar. So that makes it all ok.