I’ve been singing that to the tune of “Whistle While You Work” since reading Diver Dan’s Twitter feed this morning about how he blew his casino budget last night. He seemed a bit surprised when I told him I knew about it when we talked on the phone today. I had to remind him I follow him on Twitter.

What? You don’t know about Twitter? One of the many perks of being married to Diver Dan is that I’m exposed to technologies that I would be clueless about otherwise. Diver Dan taught me some HTML when we were first dating in ’96 and later introduced me to Google. Now I do PC support for our mothers, maintain the kids’ Web site, troubleshoot the wireless network… But back to Twitter. It doesn’t have many practical applications for the SAHM who wants to be a writer (“What are you doing?” I’m writing the Great American Novel. I’m writing the Great American Novel. I’m feeding the rugrats Mac and Cheese. I’m writing the Great American Novel.) But when Diver Dan is off at his various conferences (Oracle Conclave, anyone?) it’s great to keep up with his adventures. It’s like my own personal Show Daily. I highly recommend using it to anyone with a traveling partner.