Monday, October 29


Tonight, my dear husband who missed his calling as an editor for Random House, let me know that "I read the blog and there are some spelling mistakes" which I replied "now that's a surprise" because he knows that he married the worst speller east of the Mississippi. (I'm really hoping that there might be a worst speller out west somewhere.) Thanks sweetie, you know your ability to spell is on the list of why I married you - along with "bug killer". Love you, Me

2 comments: said...

There is a spelll checker you know.. but I refuse to use it myself! Those couple of seconds it takes to check is valuable time I could be doing something else!

IT runs in the family!

Anonymous said...

NO! Your mother gets the first place award for worst speller. Love you, Mama