Ladling punch at 6 a.m.

The other morning, I Tweeted this:

I had NO IDEA how much confusion it would cause. No idea. But then my Twitter started blowing up with replies. (For me, "blowing up" is like, more than three replies.)

People were so confused.

I hadn't given any thought to the time of day I was Tweeting my random thought; I always just Tweet as the thought strikes me.

So I had to issue a clarification. And while doing so, I was wondering how I could have made my thought clearer ... Is there another word for "shower"? "Shower bath"?

Thank you, Stephen, for assuring me that a shower is, indeed, just a "shower." (And Stephen is not 4, like he appears to be in his profile photo. He's at least 19. And British.)

Apparently the main issue was the time of day I sent the Tweet.

Rest assured, I do not have punch OR a ladle in my shower.

Nor do I keep alcohol in there.

I WAS glad it made people laugh, though.

Sidebar in the form of a Fun Fact about Hilary: I don't know Hilary in real life. I randomly connected with her on Twitter a couple of months ago when I was reading through Tweets with the hashtag #CougarTown. She'd asked if someone knew the name of the song that played at a specific point in the episode that had aired that night, and I answered her. Her profile said that she lives on an Air Force base to which a friend of mine just moved, so I introduced myself and we had a few kind words.

We began following each other, and then lo and behold, she Tweeted something a few weeks later about Anton, one of the EB babies I follow because of Jonah. And I Tweeted to ask her how she knows about Anton, and it turns out that she has read Patrice's blog since Jonah was born. Talk about a small world! I nearly died. Of the millions of people on Twitter, I connected with someone who follows Jonah's story when I followed a hashtag for 10 minutes for the first time. And all the puzzle pieces just fell into place. Amazing!

At any rate, now we interact regularly on Twitter.

And just to be clear about this: "ladling my punch" wasn't a euphemism for anything, as my dirtier-minded friends assumed. Although we've all had fun over the last week saying things like, "Well, I hope your punch gets ladled tonight" and "I'm off to ladle my punch!" Because we're ridiculous.