The lights may be on…

Here’s an exchange I had yesterday afternoon with my youngest…

#6: Now can I call Claire to come play?

Me: Well, did you finish putting your laundry away like I asked?  (at least 14 times, I might add)

#6: Oh, I forgot.

Me: Well, what were you doing up there?

#6: Looking.

Me: At what?

#6: I don’t know.  Just walking around looking.

Grammar Nazi

I’m a little ashamed to admit it, but I am a grammar Nazi. My husband came up with this loving nickname after I corrected one of his IM’s. No one should be subjected to editing when IM-ing. It’s a little wrong, and I acknowledge it. However, it’s part of who I am.

I am good at so very few measurable things. Sure, I’m nice and I can reach things on high shelves and my kids are turning out okay. But on the other hand, I am pretty horrible at housekeeping and very horrible at organization. I suck at sports (thank goodness that doesn’t matter anymore), and I am a little flighty. Doggone it, though, I am one heck of a speller and – dare I say – gifted in the grammatical arts.

Heaven forbid I should ever spell a word wrong or commit a usage crime. Most people wouldn’t notice, but those who do would jump all over me.  I’d deserve it.