The other night at Spelling Bee rehearsal, Wayne and I were chatting about my blog, and he told me that when he read the whole thing about me seeing a “dear,” he initially assumed that I was making some kind of clever pun and spent a good few minutes trying to figure it out. I am pretty stoked that I have managed to successfully trick so many people into thinking I’m witty; I can use the deception to cover many grammar faux-pas yet to come.
And now for something completely different:
(Covering Garland is so dangerous. Putting it on the internet is even more dangerous. It’s like you’re going up to every single modem-owning theater queen on the planet and handing them a cordial invitation to crucify you. I look forward to the inevitable catty YouTube comments.)