"whoa" is spelled "woah"

I really think of those as two different words!

And also hope that the "Awe." epidemic is about autocorrect.

Also, they specifically state that no underwear must be visible (which I assume is for low-pants boys as much as bra-strap girls.)

I really really hope so!

On Saturday, my mother was like, "Why are you so dressed up???" It's because I was going to a clothing swap, so wanted to wear leggings, but don't think leggings are pants, so put a skirt over them.

I get that, Tep. I'm pretty descriptivist about language usage on the whole, but there are a few things that really get my goat. I can't think of them unless they happen and then I can't think about anything else.

Instead of having a second cup of half-caf I went for a walk and now I'm having a pot of tea (but made with one teabag which I understand some people regard as an abomination but it's how my mother always made tea so I like it. And, I assume, limits my caffeine intake). Have not fallen asleep yet!

Steph, given how often you and I agree on matters of language, uou can be well assured you're never alone!

"Awe" for "aw" makes me exhausted. Just... really? I think maybe autocorrect has made these problems worse, in that people assume what pops up is right.

My sister, a very educated woman, abuses ellipses. It is a shame upon our family. But at least she doesn't use comma ellipses!

I don't really care about bra straps and most sartorial decisions. Mostly I just laugh. It's language mistakes that torque my gib.

"Awe" for "aw" makes me exhausted. Just... really? I think maybe autocorrect has made these problems worse, in that people assume what pops up is right.

I see #awe as an Instagram hashtag now, and I wouldn't think autocorrect would correct hashtags (although I don't know that).

I guess I just want people to abuse the language in the EXACT SAME WAY as me. Is that so much to ask?

This is totally me.

I honestly don't care when people have fun with language where that is an expected thing, such as FB.

It just bothers me when people think faux language is real language.

I honestly don't care when people have fun with language where that is an expected thing, such as FB.

I admit I get frustrated (and, okay, my pride is wounded) when people think I actually used poor language skills versus just playing with language. These are people who know what I do for a living AND who read other, presumably intelligible, posts I make. That they jump to thinking I made an error, rather than I was just goofing around -- well, that's hurtful, man.

Also, they specifically state that no underwear must be visible (which I assume is for low-pants boys as much as bra-strap girls.

The students at the HS that Bobby attended in Fort Lauderdale managed to shock me with their dress regularly. I know it is warm here, but seriously, the girls were way exposed. Half of their buns exposed in super short shorts, midriffs, see through tops, and of course it was 'not allowed' but ignored by all. They would also walk out of the building and light up cigarettes and other substances immediately outside the door. Whenever I picked him up or dropped him off I was amazed. And it was a 'good' school for the area. He did survive the experience, and even has some fashion sense.

All right, I have been forcing myself to deal with little poops in my work inbox, and I have my follow-up doctor's appointment scheduled for next week. I think this means I've earned myself at least 15 minutes of slacking off time.

Oh I had what I didn't think was a Buffy type dream last night, but when I told my son about it he said it sounded like Buffy to him.

So somewhere about 4am my husband said something to me in my half asleep state about one of our customers having virus issues. I went back to sleep and all hell broke loose. I was battling viruses like a superhero. As in the viruses were people, either 2 or 3 per workstation. They were all interesting characters too. There were pirates, cowboys, and some saucy bar maids too. (I don't remember them all) So to kill the viruses I had to douse the computers with some spray disinfectant of some kind so with one arm I was spraying the computers like mad, and with the other arm I am fending off these viruses. They were jumping on me and trying to hold my arm back. None of us seemed very strong, but it was exhausting. I must have disinfected about a dozen machines before I awoke at my usual 6 or so. I woke up so tired.

That sounds exhausting. But heroic!

Whoa, our Winter Party has a waiting list. More people RSVP's than are allowed in the space by the fire dept, apparently. Weirdorama.