Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Spelling Lesson

Per my earlier post... I'm an idiot. Kate hammered home the point
using demonstrative Utah-based evidence at dinner tonight. Lesson
learned...until the next time I have to spell either...
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2 comments:

  1. TJAugust 6, 2009 at 1:01 AM

    The other day a friend asked me to right down all the homonyms I could think of. I was holy unprepared for the task:

    “Holly cow,” I said allowed. “Their a lot of these.”

    “I know, that’s what I thought, two. You mussed do it though. But please try to be discrete about it,” my friend replied. “Its not as if I am going to prophet from this!”

    He put so much pressure on me. It felt like I had a pistil pointed at my aye browse. No, it felt like he was pointing a canon at me. Even if I ducked quickly, I doubted the missal would have mist. My friend was going to seer fear into my mined. Maybe I would feel better if he offered me some cache for my work or sang a Christmas carrel.

    I excepted his challenge and began creating an affective list. Sometimes its hard to find the rite homonym; just as you begin to wright it, you realize the word isn’t a homonym apteral.

    I considered my options for a minute and than began scribbling. Than I got hungry, so I ordered some Chinese Wanton. The whether was good, good enough for a pyknic, so I putt on my shoo and went outside for some air. A large mousse walked by, causing a minor toxin and forcing a frightened creek from my friend.

    “You’re running out of thyme,” my friend said, who had obviously been Sheik-en by the animal.

    “Your so rued,” I told my friend as I staid put.

    I tried to titan my concentration, focusing my cite on objects cloth and fair away. I tried not to steel anyone’s ideas and wait for the tide of thoughts to return. I eight some bytes of food to help my thoughts, butt not even that worked. I thought about bier, but I was underage and not aloud to drink boos.

    I was getting frustrated. The energy was draining from my gored. I was a guerrilla without any hare. A loot without any strings.

    I decided that was about enough and handed my page to my friend, who called me a succor. He said I was suite, though, and that he would make me an ice cream Sunday for my trouble.

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  2. TJAugust 6, 2009 at 10:16 AM

    BTW, nice way to show off the rock, KTP... Nice job on that, ASH.

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