Way back before twitter or even before the internet, my father informed me that I was a master twitterlin maker. It became a running joke between us for a habit that drives him (and my husband) absolutely nuts. I used to claim to have an invisible room full of them.
I have a bad habit. I can't break it. I've done it forever. It really is part of who I am. Actually, I have two, and they tend to go hand in hand.
I split hairs. And I take things literally.
Part of why I can't break these habits are for my own personal amusement. I blame it on quirky humor.
(My husband tells me I'm not funny. He lumps these in with my enjoyment of puns and plays on words. Personally, I admit to getting great delight from the sound of his suffering groans as he rolls his eyes.)
The upshot to these two bad habits are that there are a LOT of opportunities for them and it's cheap entertainment.
The downside to these two bad habits are two fold: 1. That I can't NOT do them when the opportunity is presented, even when it's not appropriate or going to get me in trouble.
And 2. That I appear to be passing them on to my children.
So what is a 'twitterlin'?
It's a musical instrument.
Created by pulling a split hair taunt across a skunk's butt.
And meant to be played with the teeth.
So when I first Google searched 'twitterlin', I have to admit that it puts an entirely different meaning to the frequently listed 'Beyonce twitterlin'...