Aug
Somewhere on the web this week (perhaps on Twitter), I ran across this very important bit of advice:
Grammar is important. Capitalization is the difference between helping your Uncle Jack off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse.
Aug
Yay! The kids went back to school last week!
I love my kids, but this has been a rough summer, and even though my days are filled with chores and general work busy-ness, I have enjoyed the bicker-free moments that are afforded by the enforced separation of the children.
Unfortunately, the kids are little disease carriers. So, one of them seemed to have brought me home a little living present.
Every time I have a fever, the song “Fever” becomes lodged in the earworm recycling facility of my brain. I really do love that song, though, and the Rita Moreno/Muppet Show version is one of my favorites.
I’m taking my stuffy-headed, scratchy-throated, head-achy self back to bed now.
Aug
Over a couple of days, I was text messaging with a friend. Repeatedly, the iphone’s spelling auto correct system would change my words, and I always hit send before I realized what it had done.
“I’m justice damn nutjob” - intended to be “just a damn nutjob.”
“I’m tired. Ivan going to soak in the bath and rebel in the fact…” – I really do not know who Ivan is and why he’s carrying on a rebellion in my bath tub. I believe *I am* going to soak and *revel*…
The cream of the crop, though, is the sort of thing that can get one fired or brought up on charges if sent to the wrong people. I was telling my friend that I was heading into my work building (which uses the acronym: sed), and that I can’t bring my phone in there.
“I’m heading into sex - will be without phone for a while.”
I did not even catch that one until my friend said: “LOL. Say hi to your husband for me.”
Aug
I do not like Kanye West, and I usually find articles in the HuffPost to be boringly written. But, whoever came up with the idea of pairing West’s tweets with New Yorker Cartoons is a genius.
