(Apologies to my beloved childhood "neighbor," Fred Rogers.)
Did you know that today's date is 11/11/11, which only occurs once every 100 years? Well, you do now. :)
For today's post, I tried to think of something doggie-like that would fit with the theme of the number one, but all I could think of was the color yellow. The truth is, it wasn't meant to be. That's because this morning, as I was looking over my blog, hoping to get some inspiration, I discovered a gross grammatical error in one of my older post titles.
It wasn't a dangling
pawparticiple (or even a dangling preposition); that would be nothing to "sneeze" at. No, this was much worse. Well, why don't I just let you try and find it, here:
Hint: I highlighted it.
FYI: If you click that link, you will see that I have already corrected the error. The word should be "throes," not throws.
Now, it's not like I wrote that post, no one read it, and I never saw it again ('til today). It just so happens that it's in my top 10 most clicked pages (who knew so many people google images of Ann-Margret with cats??), and I've seen the title like 264,511 times - completely oblivious to my error. Until today.
Disclaimer: Did you know that it's been scientifically* proven that after age 40, half of one's brain cells that control memory and eyesight go on extended vacation in The Hamptons (or someplace equally exclusive outside the US)? It's true.
*I know it; therefore, it must be true. :)
So anyway, there I sat this morning, noticing yet another unsuspecting googler had gotten to see Tigger in a wig when - as if someone unseen had passed my tired brain a memo - I realized that after all this time and hundreds of clicks, NO ONE HAD tactfully TOLD ME WHAT A DINGBAT I AM.
(Note: All caps yelling does not equal bitterness.)
If it seems like I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, you're probably right. It's just that in the future, when I make another grammatical mistake (the kind of mistake that cannot be classified as a typo, and will likely cause some readers to chuckle and/or wonder when/if I will ever get a clue), will you kindly drop me an email?
Would you want me to do the same for you? I really want to know!
So there. I have said my peace (not piece).
Thank you and carry on with your (not you're) great weekend! :)
Bonus: Mr. Rogers singing his song!
P.S. It's (not its) "death knell" not "death nail." And if you're (not your) crying, it's "bawl" not "ball." I might have messed those up, too, somewhere along the way. :)