Because, you know, buying a deep-fat fryer and using Twitter are both things I swore up and down and upon several different peoples’ lives I would never do. But here I am, with a real Twitter username and background and everything.
I am so bitterly disappointed in myself that I would be tempted to do something rash, like exercise or buy a pair of shoes not on clearance, were not the disappointment so addicting. A million BILLION people to follow! A LEGION of useless information to read! A veritable CAPTIVE AUDIENCE whom I can bore batty!
I implore you: Either follow me (andthenkate) or shoot me. And I think we all know which one I think I would prefer.
Oooh Twitter IS addictive. Like meth. Where is my meth BTW?
I will follow you on twitter if you don’t mind the fact that I might never actually sign on and read your posts. I have gotten very lazy with tweeting and don’t even get me started on my neglect of Facebook. . .
Yay – finally! We can bore each other to death! What fun!
I’m too scared to try myself – you go first and report back from the other side…
I went to twitter and got all excited that you were on there. What I saw is 3 tweets….THREE!!! Seriously, step up your game!
I’m following you.
As you will see by my teeny tiny list/feed/whatever it’s called, I haven’t been bitten by the Twitter bug yet. So don’t hold it against me if I miss something important! 
Who talked you into this? Sara Plays House, right?
Welcome to the dark side. I apologize that on your first night, I probably clogged your feed with my drunk nonsense last night.
I already exclaimed all about this on Twitter, but YAY! I’m so glad you drank the Kool Aid.
Okay, Kate, this is a big decision you’ve offered us. May I have a little time to let you know?
I still don’t think I really get twitter lol
You need a job! LOL
But if I follow you on Twitter, that means I need to be on Twitter. ANd therefore I must understand Twitter…OK, eventually I will do this for you. Just don’t tell my hubby, I’m not following him.